THE SHADOW - OF PAIN

Shadow Sonnet V

Darkness black like polished rain
Licks the sides of night
Breaks the fragile back of pain
Broken wings of flight

Waiting still for something hollow
To echo from the void
There is nothing left to follow
No remains to be destroyed

Absent even loss, and sorrow
From this vacuum slick and black
Forfeit up a sold tomorrow
You cannot buy it back

Cold as a missing midnight stone
An empty echo of the word ‘alone’

©Edwina Peterson Cross