A gust of grief,
A storm of sorrow,
A hail of heartbreak,
swept through relentlessly.
All that I have stood upon,
believed in,
and held on to,
vanished suddenly,
leaving behind
bare bones of betrayal
in a dark dungeon of deceit
with crooked corridors of craftiness
I asked myself,
Why?
There was no answer.
A Gust of Grief
by Harold B Huang
#journeyinlife
Wed 27Mar24 0747hrs GMT+8
