Loss Poem by Deborah Harvey
Loss
Loss is a language I’m fluent in.
Its syllables rush forth with martial precision.
Phonetic legions of metered chaos
Lay siege to my soul.
Destroying all that I am.
Limiting what I may be.
Loss
Acerbic phrases draining my essence.
Channeling all pain, all purpose…
A collecting pool of miasma.
Drowning with resigned clarity…
Into emptiness.
Into nothingness.
Loss
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4/18/2024 11:12:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great thought.....wonderful details