Grief

The sun is shining, but my soul
Is darker than an exiled cave
So far from brightness. It's the hole
Once dancing with the light you gave.
My face is hardened and my eyes,
Which used to gleam in sheer delight
Are dark beneath my carefree guise
As black as depths in moonless night.

...hi

This is me, trying again, new blog, for my poems and stories...hopefully my account won't die again.