Amy Sellers
A flightless sky, overcast,
Still, silent.
The lingering ghost of years passed.
Invisible, indescribable.
Laughter and tears, erased from time,
Heavy, aching.
A mountain of grief too high to climb.
Longing, waiting.
A belief in anything to keep you near,
Trying, failing.
A broken heart, too full of fear
Hoping, wishing.
You are not gone, only asleep.
Resting, peaceful.
Faith and hope, too far a leap,
searching, losing.
A darkened hole in the shape of life.
Unmoveable, unstoppable.
A wound cutting deeper than a knife,
Unthinkable, unfixable.
The Hull Scribbler 