Grief

 Melissa E. Beckwith

 

 

Echoes in mind

Whisper like ash,

carried on wind.

 

Flash of memory;

caught in time,

forever to be missed.

 

A human trait:

mourning what’s gone;

moaning the lost.

 

Tears soak soil and stone.

Eyes turned back,

never forward.

 

Imploding.

Empty.

Searching.

Desperate to deaden.