Christine Lockehart


We The Victims - Poem by Christine Lockehart

Who are we but victims
Fallen to the fate of Father Time
Whisked away from all familiarity
What once was is no longer

Left bewildered
Beyond our reach do sweet memories lie
As well as grim experiences that haunt
Still the strange nostalgia befalls us

No sooner than the frostbite settles
Shall wilted roses' petals fall
And all virtuous souls shall weep
For we cannot possess strength forever


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 1, 2011


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