Monday, May 7, 2012

Bound Sorrow


Grief suspended
like clouds afloat in waiting
against an unknowing sky
A seamless transition into mourning
with such subtle heaviness
and muted echoes of a pained cry

Rays of sun may peek
there and in between
if only to deceive
But darkening shades of gray
fueled by a sense of loss
undoubtedly know no reprieve

Soon the fort will hold no longer
and these dark skies
will pour out with all their might
For sorrow this deep can't be buried
thrusting one's heart
into forever night.