GRIEF Poem: Despair, by Steve Gerson

The walls are hung with loneliness
like tapestries of riderless horses.
The dim glow of a lamp flickering with
lost thoughts pales against the
winter-shrouded windowpane.
An echo of remorseful silence resounds
in the emptiness of the room’s want
like a spiderweb torn by wind shears.
On the floor, parquet designs in a mosaic
of stumble steps puzzle, questioning
direction. A rug has rolled up on itself
hiding darkness within its shadows.
The hum of motes seeks its home
among the dust. And I huddle in the corner
whispering your name.

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