Being Bereft Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Bereft
Stillness of the night brings about a silence
as tears drip endlessly from hearts separated
from love by death's grim reaper.
Solo journeys set in stone, developing bends
in minds of grief, changing attitudes while
being bereft of a loving relationship.
death, an event that most of the times rips apart the hearts. a wonderful piece. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
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5/5/2024 10:39:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
death, an event that most of the times rips apart the hearts. a wonderful piece. please read some of my poems and comment. :)