Recent Poems 4

DEATH OF A HAVEN

Crawling into that old corner
in a dark cold cave,
Huddling... and sobbing...
and hoping to be safe.
Winter storm is sweeping through ___
the month of June;
The pain pierces; even the cave
is not immune.
Misting ___ and drops of tears
glide ___ down the sides.
Etching the walls of stone, of flesh,
and the light dies.
Hold close the graying bear
and with it comfort.
Brushing the fur out of its eyes,
hard ___ lifeless.
Holding it close and looking into them
and see ___ emptiness.


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