Grief’s Echoes
Deep within the heart, a story that is spoken in silence
Every day brings a fresh story, but no eyes to see it.
Words long to escape pain's indescribable depth and distinctive language, yet they are still too feeble.
Issues come up, routes split, but we go alone.
The whispered symphony of pain, the unseen story.
Echoes drift into the darkness, whispers lost in the wind,
We fight on in the comfort of loneliness.
