Early morning
I rise
hesitant
To Greet my
Sorrows of
Yesterday's tragedy
Overwhelmed
Praying it
Will dissipate
Into the air
As I Drink my
Coffee in the
Dark
My emotions
SCREAMS
Out loud
I have lost
My love
My Painted canvas
Of peace
On the screen
You have become
My favorite movie
Recorded memories
Torn apart
I ache
My soul cries
Heart broken
Guess I reap
What I don't
Know
If I could
only turn back the
Hands of time
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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