The dark fractures the dawn
The day made opaque
The stars of my sky fall like ash in the rain
All my sense is turned to madness
My hand of wrath falls upon emptiness
I can land no blow on the walls of fate
My mode is frozen and chilled
Bitter words pour forth unto the void
The weave of majesty may linger
The embers of warmth can still burn
But too soon they fade and go cold
No more than echoes of my pain
Fortune favours nought today
Disaster falls upon the foundation of my heart
With your passing, my dawn fractures
And my life is sunset for evermore.
This poem is influenced mainly by my experiences working with people with palliative care needs, and terminal conditions
This poem is influenced mainly by my experiences working with people with palliative care needs, and terminal conditions
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