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Frown
The crown of thorns
Sinks deep into
The soil of a heavy heart
To plant a seed and rot
For loss is but a frown
And loss is but a simmer in the cheeks
Like an ocean tide
Calming down and dying
Loss is but a wrinkle in the flacid bone
A bend in the vacant heart
And when the blood and tears are spent
And dried upon the coldest memories
Worlds moan like wolves
Sadder still...
I like it, its a very descriptive poem. Thank you for critiqing mine. Sorry about your friend.
~Lily S.~