Now in these dark days that follow
when death has trod along the path
laying bare souls, bleeding us hollow
leaving behind an anguished wrath
We seek solace in this black gloom
sharing memories of our friend
his smile could light a darkened room
a life well lived, too young to end
But who are we to question why
we may never know the reason
taking a breath, we heave a sigh
for each soul has its end season
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Forms Quatrain
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