Bereaved in Blithe

Blazing fireplace in its glory bright ,

bids darkness away from the line of sight.

Beyond the room I still stand still,

bracing the looming shadows,

brooding over my silhouette on the wall.

Bearing bunch of belief staggering trepidations standing tall,

breach is what I am scared of above all.

Burning wait burdening bereaved heart,

beseech brevity of blithe life.

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