Another One
Is there beauty in grief? Beauty in the cruelty of fate? Where days take away lives, Lives that have strived to survive. Is there beauty in mediocrity? Periodic extensions of check ins and disappearances In the softness of her touch And finality of a soul crushed. Where's the beauty in grief? Watching loved lives slip away when you needed them to stay Did you find the beauty in her vulnerability ? Her mellow eyes relaying Mortality. I kept the dying roses Left them to wither away with time Time won't heal their wounds, Even if they pray to a power divine.