another poem of loss
|The words are poison telling tales,|
of a love broken by death's veils.
There's so much nothing left to say.
A pain long held won't go away.
Words won't fix things like broken lives,
a pain still cuts like death dulled knives.
Words seem so weak against the pain.
Nothing you can say will make things the same.
The before time no longer holds sway.
The pain is here and won't go away.