Doleful,
lacking any emotion
other than sadness.
She was the light to the family candle
the rose in the thorn thickets.
There was nothing she couldn't handle
all was calm behind those white pickets.
Lost,
lacking any direction
other than to the bottom of the bottle.
She was so narrow, yet loving,
the foundation of a family that is a castle.
There was no trial not worth overcoming
even though her body was gracile.
Empty,
lacking feeling
other than the bleak void
Nothingness,
my heart is now cheloid.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
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