The sun died a little that day
the earth stood gasping in the dark
the light source gone
till shuddering, it flicked back on
The temple rent it's Vail
while scattered whispers
questioned, "Did He fail?"
and thundering silence
blanketed the dawn.
If depression were a flavor, it would taste like a glass of water. Colorless and tasteless. You could drink a bellyful and still be ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance Bumped heads together...
I don't know if any of you have ever had to deal with the repercussions of a suicide but the amazing thing about it is how far reaching...