Treasure Island

Hazel Buchan Cameron


We Lose It


From virginity to fertility - it goes.
From blood to lust, innocence to trust,

we lose them all – they go.
I’ve lost my nerve, my confidence;

lost sight of what I know. We can lose
our grips, our homes, our passion

for the fight and our flair for doing it
right. We can lose them all

in the passing of a breath. I’ve lost
words I should have said and at times

I’ve lost my mind. We can lose our hearts,
our friends. In the end we lose them all.

They go.

Submitted: Friday, October 02, 2009

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  • Susan Jarvis (10/2/2009 4:11:00 PM)

    A well crafted poem. The brevity of the couplets and flow of internal rhyme serve to heighten the pathos of the message. An affecting and admirable piece of writing. S :) (Report) Reply

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