Sunday, November 02, 2014

For those

We grieve
for those who have not fallen
but stumble on.
For those whose every day
is a sinister day
filled with red,
and void.

For those
who cannot forge
a shining,
for those whose
brand today
with red hot irons.
And for petals
that fall like
and blossom
in the fracture
of emotion.

We grieve on
for those
and these

Our tears
do  not
offend us.

1 comment:

Richard Hubbard said...

Excellent, Keith - one of your best, IMHO!