To Whom, Gloom
A Whisper’s Caress’ Challenge
What words say you peacefully,
To whom, Gloom,
That pauses reflectively,
Too long waiting for reply,
Not too soon,
And you never learn the why,
Just the what, in dark detail,
Dark, indeed,
Dismal is the horrid tale,
Reflective reality,
That does bleed,
Dripping life in poverty,
Glimpses caught by pen and eye.

Gloom
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