GoneA Poem by DavinaAn awful
loneliness had come to clothe her well for Winter ahead. Busy icy
fingers draping her in robes of dreary, deep moss green. Though she
might have had rags instead. He had
left, As the
birds fled, Raggedy scavengers
in the sky, Reminding
her of his perpetual goodbye. The time
of his going had come, A drawn
out, tortuous thing, Though she
knew not to wish for feelings to numb. She knew
not to dare. The loneliness
must be borne, worn with care. October 2016 © 2016 Davina |
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