WhyA Poem by Dave W.Tragedy is so common and making sense of it can make you go mad....
On an October morn,
two parents mourn. A lament goes up, a family robbed. No light given on this bright day, no reason understood. Chaos and darkness are the only revelation had, there is no sense to this. The future was so sure, nine months gone in an instant, now anguish has a habitation where joy once resided. Where there should be congratulations is only consolation, nothing will console these two wounded souls. There is no comfort here, just void, just a deep pitch black.
© 2024 Dave W.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDave W.Tigard, ORAboutI love to write poetry and hope that something I create will connect with someone that needs to read it more..Writing
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