Loss ......like a wrinkle of regret folded deep into the hours of fate's merciless clock...... ......faceless and aged beyond grace, where breath is like the blink of a heartbeat of minutes passing, forever lost to the shadows that linger...... in the heart of the matter thick like sorrow, like the words that could never live beyond a feeling, or a thought fading...... coward like within the ghosts of tongues as they fail to speak beyond the fear of knowing themselves OUTLOUD, dark and hidden like a secret religion, like redemption that burns in the light ......like truths that remain the godless whisper of a silent prayer to bless the dead 8/08/09 Debbie Berk |  |