Monday, October 26, 2009

Bereavement

A year is just a sum
a fear we learn to face
a drear continuum
a mere expanse of space
austere as any come
that veer away from grace
a period so glum
no teardrop will erase.

3 comments:

Midnight Whisperer said...

Exceptionally written... Time does not heal ALL wounds. Great Poem.

Dimps said...

Speechless!!
Exceptionally beautiful...

Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com

rch said...

Thank you MW and Dimps, you are both too kind. :)