50-WORDS

Twilight Zone

Poetry

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There was nothing left but a pile of stones,

life will circle the wheel of monotone

with me being the only wing, all alone

still not able to condone

the loss of your tone

for you were our backbone.

Now untying the memories sewn

while stuck in this twilight zone.

Dedicated to the lost wing (loved one) of the wounded bird(you).

Thank you Christine Graves for this prompt. Apologies, couldn’t wrap my mind for a story it puked a rhyme.

Thank you Ravyne Hawke and other editors for this chance.

Weekly Prompts Jan. 15–21, 2022. Your weekly dose of writing prompts | by Christine Graves | Promptly Written | Jan, 2022 | Medium