D for Disappointment

The dead encroach
in the small hours
where childrens’ toes hover

Only when the children slept undisturbed
There they may be glimpsed perturbed
professing woesome deeds

& If they woke and responded late
The ghost in question would kindly fade
Demurred by unimaginable pain

Unhealed by the illusion
Of resealable fortune & resealable fate

like the crow, a dark house shakes
off the ash of an urn, into the rain


(AUTHORS NOTE: I fear I am losing my touch)

7 thoughts on “D for Disappointment

      1. We all get these moments of self-doubt – even if you might not feel it’s a good piece, it will still resonate with someone somewhere & the world’s richer because you shared it. ❤

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  1. No you aren’t, this is so mysterious and we’ll written.
    Keep writing, it’ll click. Or take a few days off. But I’m still hooked, personally 👌🏾

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