Grief Stricken Love
"Grief Stricken love",
Said the snowy white dove
To her brood of hungry chicks.
"Your father and I married,
But soon he was buried.
And all I have left now
Is this permanent crying frown.
I wish I could have told him
How much I did love him
(Though I still do) I did not, I could not.
Frozen in place with fear.
Shied to a corner with doubt.
Left alone in a room by myself to pout
And ponder and wonder and steadily grow glummer
as all my options die out.
So I flew away, flew fast in the cold.
Slowly growing quiet and old
As the weight of the world did shift
To place this burden upon me.
To watch me crumble to ashes.
My bones shattered and crackŽd
Till their fine dust collected.
And my blood was mixed in
To form the grainy salve
That forces my tears to fall
Cementing me in place
To lament over things long past.
"Grief stricken love",
Said I, the snowy white dove
To the vast empty echo of the darkened room
Which closed upon the cold, blackened remains
Of the broken heart my vial once contained.