'Forget Us Not, Widower, Widow' Poem by james watkin

'Forget Us Not, Widower, Widow'



Lonesomest of all sent for ways.
Chill-blown, the most eerie.
Dragged remorseful, nights, bodiless
Of whom no more breathe. Bless.

Graveyard's. And to where as heart-sunk
O're which tear-moistened ground
Hallowed one's leavetaking. Each ghost
Will thank either; as host.

Thursday, June 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: grave,heart,death,loss
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