Angel Bereaved
Bereaved, through the selfishness of one more, is akin to drowning
beneath shallow waters. The hand that should attain refuge, withdraws.
Azure heavens within reach, nevertheless souls disintegrate…
Anger emits as of nickel-plated tongue, a blade which
illuminates hatred ~ cruelty. Solitary confinement becomes her
punishment, with a 24 hour clock.
Walls of discouragement are the blindness which ills her sight,
We loved with a love that was more than love.
- Edgar Allan Poe
