Author Information
The Warmth, Has Left
Folder:
MARCH 2018 The Warmth, Has Left
my being.
My heart, now dead.
As, is my love.
For i’ll love....
no more.
My soul
Has ....
felt, deaths..... Icy chill.
My loneliness, is.
Sketched ......amongst,
those others.
Lost
Within the dark.
This my world
My voice is gone.
It no longer,
attracts..... dead.
My eyes, now as black,
as the night,
like .......hardened coal.
I remember it all.
When the dead once sang
And none of the living
heard-their words
And no one came.
No, not one.... none at all.
Cept
Me....
Giajl © Jim Love
