No More To Say


The dankness hangs like a horse thief

As marbled walls echo with grief

In this castle of polished stone

The loved are lain and turned to bone


The far-off tolling of a bell

Breaks the silence where quiet dwells

A soul with faith may well be saved

But interred here, the body’s grave


A bench to sit and contemplate

Staring at our own promised fate

What is it we have come to say

Before we, too, meet our last day


Browned flowers droop from caring urn

They hold the truth that we must learn

When whom we love cut from our hearts

That is when the real dying starts


I visit once your final rest

Living on will be quite the test

Without you near my spirit cries

My love in drops fall from my eyes


Though I knew you would someday die

It is still hard to say goodbye

When I leave, I will not return

No more to say, no more to learn


13 Responses to “No More To Say”
  1. beth says:

    tragic and beautiful

  2. jonicaggiano says:

    As usual Brad you work is so lovely.

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Real, raw, tragic, emotional… You have always had a way of tugging on my heartstrings. This is hauntingly beautiful. I’m enjoying your selections during spooky season so far!!

  4. Brilliant, beautiful and tragic… perfect ingredients for a poem. Excellent work my friend!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Going back to the routine doldrums of life has to be one of the biggest challenges after we lose that special someone.

  6. Great work. Wish we could sit down and talk about this one.

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