The stars that lit my way ahead

     have quietly closed their eyes.

Path's of life hold shades of mist

     and I am lost in silent grey.


With feet that fall on shifting sands

     I cannot feel my way.   

Unanswered questions claw my mind,

     unspoken words to silence, fly.


Chill winds of future hunt me down,

     uncertain steps no solace find.

No comfort blanket for my Soul,

     no pillow for my head.



















Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for my mum, it's seventeen years now since I not only lost her, but  all sense of comfort and security too.

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