A Season Of Loss Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Many began with a promise, but like ash,
‎we have lost count,
‎A whole season slipped away, memories scattered,
‎Some drifted like air, yet accused,
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‎Many brought a smile, like a dash of sugar fleeting,
‎But their sweetness vanished in the sand,
‎Leaving scar that burns,
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‎We dined with many, like lovers do, bittersweet
‎But crushed it, like an apple pressed for its juice, its essences wasted,
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‎We all counted its days like prisoners, longing for release,
While some never knew life is not so gentle,
‎Yet, in His mercy, some were spared the bitter end.