Lost in her Weep

This ache of heart, a home to meet,
Long for the home, no peace in sight.
How frail of life, toss from its seat.
Never again the warmth to greet.
Alone…afraid…mourning defeat;
A fool to succumb to the light.
This ache of heart, a home to meet,
Long for the home, no peace in sight.


Triolet…

Art: Weep by DocDivintia

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