When I had
wrapped my head
round the words
I had read,
I ran out of words.
No more words,
only tears
but that too
dried up.
All that’s left
is that deep
empty pit
called grief.
© Eric S.B. Libre
21 April 2019
When I had
wrapped my head
round the words
I had read,
I ran out of words.
No more words,
only tears
but that too
dried up.
All that’s left
is that deep
empty pit
called grief.
© Eric S.B. Libre
21 April 2019