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.