Viennese waltzes and the sound of babies crying
sadness enters slowly, pulls up an easy chair
I can feel the terror in the dark of night descending
I could tell you stories, but man you were not there

later you were seen in the heart of the city
messengers were flying to tell me of your plight
cold, I am cold and desperately unknowing
all alone and grieving for the dying of the light

stop me if you can, put an end to the questions
let there be no torment in the places where I live
I will never know why you left when you did so
I don’t need a reason before I can forgive

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  1. abikertoo

     /  June 1, 2013

    Weurree adn den akkseypteunce, dayut izz laif!!

  2. damommza

     /  June 1, 2013

    I tried to decide if these three stanzas were separate or written to be together and in the end, I decided it didn’t make a difference. The themes of “night”. “grief” and “loss” were clearly woven through all the pieces and the sorrow is palpable. A sad tale to be sure..but one filled with resignation. It gets a “thumbs up” from me.. πŸ˜€


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