For H - untitled, off prompt…
I said I wouldn’t cry Wouldn’t let the quivering of my lips win, break me.
I said I wouldn’t bend, Wouldn’t sag beneath this weight this unrelenting burden of grief
A harsh wind clasps Me by my throbbing throat Enrobing me in the scales Of its cold, wintery fingers.
Something’s stolen you From me, and all I have left Is hope, that when tomorrow comes The Sun will shine.