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    What Is Lost

    (1996)

     

    This pain is too deep

                To form into a structure

                That may be examined

    Without folding

    From the ache in my

                Soul.

     

    Thrown away

    Like moldy morsels

                Of rotting bread.

    That which sustained

                Now poisoned

                With anger.

    Creaking demons

                Take flight,

    Landing spoorlike

                To reproduce

    Clawing away

    The thrumming

    Heartbeat song.

     

    I protect

    What remains of my

    Sweet small memories

    Wonderful bursts that

                Escape

                   Running away

                      Laughing

    Into the corners of

                My spirit.

     

    From there,

    I may take them out

    Caressing them lovingly

    In quiet moments.

     

    I take steps

    Through the

    Window of Grief

    Allowing that I may

    Sometimes look back.

    But in the darkest times

    I see only a reflection

                Of Myself.

    The space beside me

    Rings with unanswered

                Echoes.

     

    I bow to the wishes

                Of anger

                And bitterness

    Knowing my loss will

    Brand my heart forever.

     

    Deepening shadows

    Slide silently between

    Laughing memories.

    I have no power in

    These moments

    To change what is…

    And what is lost.

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