Here Among These Ruins

I spend a lotta time
out here, in these ruins
made so soft with moss
and time’s unceasing flow

that rubs away
the razor edge
and dulls the sharpest
aching grief that haunts
and sanctifies those things
amidst the stones that sing
of glory here,

and now
gently haunting
precious mourning
here among these ruins

2 thoughts on “Here Among These Ruins

  1. You create the mood so beautifully, and leave us with a sense of mystery and melancholy that makes one want to reach into the world of your poem and comfort the protagonist in her grief.

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