A Turn of Events – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


Loved ones locked
In eternal sleep
While mourning doves coo,
And willows weep

Rains fall heavily
From a burdened sky
Clouds gather closely,
As together they cry

O’er the land,
Lain wasted, below
A turn of events,
Defeated by foe

Invisible, it conquered,
Prayed on the meek
Laughed in the face
Of the old and the weak

Ravished their bodies,
Then tossed them aside
Not a care in the world,
For the ones who had died

Piled in the cold,
In a box made of steel
No one to mourn them,
Nor help them to heal

Buried underneath
A sky, ever gray
It’s as if it knew,
It would all end this way…

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay

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