In a garden where the wildflowers bloom, A child once danced, free from shadow and gloom, But dark clouds gathered, heavy and gray, A storm of silence stole the light away. The petals that fluttered, once vibrant and bright, Now wilted in corners, hidden from sight, Each breath held captive in whispered despair, As thorns wrapped around them, bruising the air. The sun’s warm embrac... » Continue Reading
Tw: Animal death. A Lament for the Hound In the gloaming, shadows stretch and sigh, Where echoes of laughter now cease to fly, A faithful companion, with fur soft and gray, In the silence of twilight, I ponder the day. His eyes, once aglow like starlit skies, Now mirror a sorrow that deepens and lies, Each wag of his tail, a whisper of pain, Foretelling the moment when joy turns to b... » Continue Reading