add a little song to the spoon.
the glistening wounds of despair;
deepens, festers–a heavy fare.
a crow starts its ghastly call.
the bewildered mind shall fall.
no deafening thunder to be heard.
nothing’s lifted. the candle’s burned.
death draws near. the soul is seared.
memories of laughter. moments gather.
not a soul shall weep or leave.
only a tiny bird shall grieve.
i go a-waste, in tuneless grace.
i leave your presence, a forgotten face.