Life-less

Life-less

.

Death comes in many ways and forms

a dwindling hope that numbs the soul

and every day becomes the same,

behind goodbyes or painful shame

in the aftermath of passing storms

with times gone in youth time stole.

~

Death comes and hides in forgotten faces

underneath the sheets of a lonely bed

and on empty walls with pictures gone

behind waking hours waiting for dawn

and on dusty pages of a story unread,

death comes and hides in so many places.

.

H.O. January 20, 2015