Life, a word in silence...

just as the whisper

of an absent wave

 

Night falls,

unable to grasp the vehement screams of plight;

bitter hope, as the hours,

pass inert

 

Exiled memories;

yesterday’s forgotten,

today’s furtive

 

At this hour, which I did not choose,

tombs bloom under the bloody grass,

knotting my tears

amidst indifferent glances

 

©Noris Roberts