The Mourning

The Mourning The death of our love Sits in the urn Upon the mantle Our ashes piled high Memories stained Filled with painted Pictures My aching sorrows Bleed beside me As I weep a thunderstorm Of tears I heart explodes like A earthquake Shaking my soul My world shivers With shattered pieces Waiting to be Wiped away Exhausted I still Occupy my thoughts With you I can't let go All these days Passing by fogged By faded dreams. Hopelessly anticipating The reincarnation of us. While reality set another Bouquet of flowers At the ending Of our Love story Deborah R. Shaw The Silent Stalker