For Thine Is Poem by Lyrae Dent
For Thine Is
We are the dead.
Ring the bells of St Clements
This is like a rhyme, a child's rhyme
a
nursery rhyme
There are no watching eyes
Or so you'd like to think
Are we alone
No not alone
You who think you loved me left me
You who said you kept me lost me
Let me go
Alone
But never
I can't be
As I am trapped.
With myself.
And between the essence
Of the thought
And of the mind
Falls the Shadow -
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4/25/2024 6:11:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Shades of TS Eliot. Nicely done