Grace–
The petal falling,
Into the dust of pain.
Sunlight through glass,
Stained and pitted–
A broken dream of day.
Holes–
Too deep for memory,
Linger in the aching place,
Cavernous and hungering.
Grace–
The petal falling,
Into the dust of pain.
Sunlight through glass,
Stained and pitted–
A broken dream of day.
Holes–
Too deep for memory,
Linger in the aching place,
Cavernous and hungering.