A Gift of Wine
A pantoum on the dismissal of grief
Innocent dove leans toward love for the nest is warm and lined with sugar twigs with soft feathers. Matriarch doesn’t fly, fruits he provides for the children to thrive. Gage our empathy from the storm of your past weathers. Father shed your tears for the lost time will never survive.
Matriarch doesn’t fly, fruits he provides for the children to thrive. An emotion covered will not recover with hardship found in a new pair. Father shed your tears for this lost time will never survive. Stop begging to be seen they no longer care.
An emotion covered will not recover with hardship found in a new pair. Rejection is the standard in life for strangers to dine. Stop begging to be seen they no longer care. A soul lost in failure is sorrows gift of wine.
Rejection is the standard in life for strangers to dine. Sparrow, there is nothing wrong with your world. A soul lost in failure is sorrows gift of wine. Listen, you’ll be heard as I unwrap this box of fear.
Sparrow, there is nothing wrong with your world. Innocent dove leans toward love for the nest is warm and lined with sugar twigs with soft feathers. Listen, you’ll be heard as I unwrap this box of fear. Gage our empathy from the storm of your past weathers.
Additional poetry published on Medium by Christopher Madsen






