Another month has come to pass
noted on this calendar
of empty dreams. No bright repast
to lighten day or brighten mood
Herein to infinity,
emptiness lies steeped in gray.
redemption waits another day.
Some will see and understand...
Each one mends in their own way.
Vacuous, these empty rooms
echo with our yesterdays.
Neither time nor life allays
to lift the darkness from this tomb;
holding on while life resumes.
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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