Monday, February 27, 2017

Despair

In all those lonely nights as she lay awake thinking of what could have been...
There are still tears to be shed...the pillow a mute confidant
And somewhere amidst the silent sobs, she got her heart back...although but a shadow...
Hope, a relentless foe.

Fading...

Every day I see her look up at me with a child-like smile… She sits quietly as I comb her beautiful grey–black hair, wincing every time I ...