Silent Is the Spring
Silent is the Spring
Silent is the birdsong
In the early morning Spring
Lonely are the daffodils
And the sunshine that you bring
Abandoned is the heart
That you nurtured through the Fall
Winter now encased
Forever frozen in a wall.
Joyless are the nights
No requests to dream sweet
Searing are the memories
Silhouettes upon the sheet
Arid is the sunken soil
No more roses left to bloom
Withered petals blowing
In the wind of silent doom.
What was once a pleasant landscape
Decays in emotional drought
Time an ongoing enemy
Leaving nothing but increased doubt
Salted streams try wash away
The torture now so violent
Never has one lived through such
A Spring so painfully silent.
April 9th 2019
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