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| POEM OF LOSS By anonymous Brought to a child I am feeble in all that I do. What is this thing that you have brought to bear unto me? Where is the fearless mantle I once wore? Naked in your once warm embrace, I now find the kindness of a corpse. Enveloped in the shadowy recesses of your soul, I cry out to anyone, Only to feel the effort grow faint within me. Suddenly I am filled with the sense of dread. The constant echoing resonance tearing into my soul Brings such horror to all that I know. The night lays to waste, as an open grave, The remembrance of memories long shared, That lie in the loss of a pilfered treasure. Copyright �2003 anonymous |