Author Information
Mere Death
She said that she couldn't feel her heart
The air was so frigid that day
And the willows branches hung so low
They sobbed in the quiet wake of the world
There were words that lingered in the wind
Soft whispers of dreams that were mutilated
The sun was masked behind the iced clouds
This infliction was beyond futile
The water glittered in agony
The dying earth was turning grey
Bitter segments of memories flickered
Dying out like a candle on a shoreline
The intensity of mere death
Lay at the hands of the invisible.
