The Broken Song #wwwblogs

Grief escapes in dreams
a wordless howl
against the night

It is a dissonant
that no voice can match

And it creates
a harmony
entirely its own

Birthing rivers
and waxen skin
and time shifts

Only in our memories
will the song be complete
somewhere in our past

Yet every breath
takes us further
into a future

That draws the eye
from what came before

Moving us into
the unknown
carrying our unshed tears

Our eyes over-bright
and voices
like a rusty saw

Singing the broken song
written on our hearts – Caroline A. Slee

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