by Carly Mack

Created on: April 07, 2009

News From The Battlefield

Solitude casts silent shadows on the wall
and cold comfort to wrap this body in.
Mindless fingers press deeply,
massaging a need to turn inward.

No bells will ring in this empty hall,
steeple fallen since the reckoning.
Promises adrift on memories,
too pain-filled to set aside.

Widow before bride, the grief
denies further need of rejection
or the replacement of affections,
sampled so briefly before their passing.

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