Not Well Yet

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

Will time perhaps begin to dull the edge Of sharpened pain, bled long into the night? The clock has stronger powers, some allege Than any form of salve or balm despite The tempting call of sleep or drink or ought Which promises to soothe the deepest pain. The arms of…

...I Miss You

By LaBruyere in grief on

Life rolls steadily onward For the world outside While I am pinned beneath the waves Of sorrow and grief Emptiness and despair. They roll over me in a repeat of the same moment-- Mocking me as my body mocks me with the pangs of a labor that did not bring…