Heart Broken

There is no sound, though it seems the very earth

should scream and rattle with the pain,

the heavens pour rivers of tears,

the winds howl with the stricken sorrow of it,

and even the birds to sing tragic dirges.

But there is no sound, no whisper or whimper.

Why can I not hear the ripping,

the tearing of muscle,

the shattering

grief?

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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