deepundergroundpoetry.com

Sorrow's Kiss

rain pours down, unrelenting, drenching
the wind blows cold, the priest's words drone.. far away
relatives and friends hold their heads low
black umbrellas, wet over-coats and frowns
a little boy stares empty; only a coffin he sees
clutching a red rose, trembling, sobbing
lost without her..
who will tuck him into bed?.. kiss him good-night?
' I didn't even get to say good-bye' ..
Written by jakehammer
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 0
comments 9 reads 1312
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:06am by Vision_of_insanity
POETRY
Today 11:03am by Abracadabra
POETRY
Today 10:59am by Abracadabra
POETRY
Today 8:10am by 13thbluemoon24
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:03am by DamianDeadLove
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:56am by ajay