Beloved

I hear your voice

phantom whispering in the night

holds the darkness, chases the light

Keeps me locked in this prison of grief



I track lonely hours

weary minutes that are infinite

scrapes my soul, steals relief

Keeps me tangled in this web of misery



I feel the emptiness

powerful entity that supersedes life itself

orchestrates leaden hands, directs empty intentions

Keeps me submerged in this ocean of despair



I’ve surrendered my power

I’ve lost my way

Set adrift on waves of lost opportunities

I am the wife, mother, sister, daughter left behind





photo: mine



prompts: Wylde Verse #458, Heartsmeal