Storm At My Door(Elegy For Travman301)

[Wayward Vagabond]

I was too far from where the storm’d take hold
To smell the rain before the pour and before the cold
A wind carried on the lips of a widowed wife
Smelled of rain and loss of life
With a sense of foreboding, I asked the question
Tears formed before she made mention
Immediately a storm so ferocious
Took hold and I stood there motionless
How could a star that burns so bright be self-extinguished?
How could one’s own value of life be so diminished?
Nights are darker and emotions are worn
Your life forever I will mourn

[Wayward Vagabond]

Re: Storm At My Door(Elegy For Travman301)

had to write an elegy for my creative writing class and this is what i went with.

[j-rodd123]

Re: Storm At My Door(Elegy For Travman301)

very nice man, very fitting tone in memory of our boy. RIP trav