Inspiration Lost
It wasn’t supposed to be this way
Rainy days once filled with purpose
To grow, to advance, to heal, to romance
Drip into the chasm of emptiness
Left by the absence of you
Sorrow stains the pink ribbon
White rose wilts on the funeral stand
The awaited day does not happen
Instead, ashes fly over the mountain
As a heart is ripped with sadness
A love that was real, promised
Did not fulfill, instead passing to the earth
Where death holds it stolen, silent
Rain keeps falling, a trickle, a drip
Silent tears of grief
For promises never seen
Reaped and forsaken without sentiment
Rebecca R. Grusendorf © 5.17.2023
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