Exceptional Remembering Zoe The Sadness of Quiet by Terry Broxson No Rules Poetry Contest contest entry

That night Death slipped under The door and took you To its mystic light. Now, No voice to hear No closeness to feel No essence to bear. Knowing, They are gone Circles the day Fills the night With emptiness of might. Before, Love undervalued Time overlooked. Now, Not forgotten Not amended There is no joy There is no bright Only sadness And the quiet. Recognized Author Notes It has been four years since Zoe died from a heart attack. This was my first post on FanStory one year ago.

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