Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Allison Grayhurst


the thinning years of a lifespan
roped by bitter nightfall

the volt of mourning that
mourns the range of ambition to success

the blind rodent that frees
itself of self-preservation

the hard days of unknowing that
last beyond the taking of bread

and the meadow that aches of
aloneness, aches to drive a soul inward.

This is not to suffer,

the long giving of love
that receives none in return.


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