In his grief
He became a shadow
Walking slowly
Through the night
Passing headlights
Shining through him
Time suspended
Moments bright.
A dying ember
In a thought
Fleeting fast
Footfall light.
Conscience calling
In this turmoil
Walking slowly
Through this night.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2023 04:57
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Comments3
Profound depiction of one's grief. Nice read!
Thank you much appreciated
Sadly beautiful. ❤️
many thanks
Well expressed ✨
thank you I appreciate your kind words
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