The Dead Song

by Lisa Russell ©2014


My head is in the clouds

feet standing on stars.

I can’t see what is yet to come

but the wolves howl

and the dead sing

their song of mourning.

I sing with them

crying out for what could have been,

what will never be,

and the impossible.

All that seemed within my grasp

but was torn from me.

Hating the rain for diluting my tears

as it washes me clean

once again ready for the world

and all its misery.


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