Image by Briam Cute from Pixabay
An Empty Shell
The long wait.
There is nothing easier in the world, than to forget
that call in the dark, shrill and urgent.
The melody, half forgotten.
Distant drumroll, a flickering light.
The silver road, now lost.
Her bed, so soft.
Dreams of something pure and white.
They lied.
Time does not heal the wounds.
Her daily work,
a promise kept.
All her sins, forgiven.
GloPoWriMo Day 2 - questions and answers (The process is a little involved, but it is explained in detail here. My poem ended up being about the oyster.)
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