• meh_reen 6w

    In a distant land,
    Grief never came,
    Except like a soft whisper,
    Tugging at the heart
    At night, when everything is quite

    In migration but grief
    became a friend
    It came, everytime
    Banging the doors as loud
    As it could.
    The uncalled guest
    That chose to stay
    Everytime.

    ©meh_reen