I have walked the silent paths of grief Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone. I have slept on beds of winter leaves. I feel that death’s an avaricious thief. Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone, I have never felt I was deceived. I have learned that human life is brief. I have learned by sorrow we’re undone. I have sifted earth and what’s beneath. I felt my dark emotions seethe While I have been mocked by glaring sun. I have learned the geography of grief. I wait in patience for my life to cease.
When will my last message deign to come
Will my life be written on a leaf?
Unconsoled grief can make us dumb Into our hearts, we drag the ice that numbs I have walked the silent paths of grief I have made my bed on winter leaves.