Your sick incarceration
held against a shining will
‘til unmoored you walked
a light you couldn’t see,
that lifted others,
dimmed
each step seeming free
with inexorable gravity
drew to the woods
your last embrace
brought cold release
and all our griefs became
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
Your sick incarceration
held against a shining will
‘til unmoored you walked
a light you couldn’t see,
that lifted others,
dimmed
each step seeming free
with inexorable gravity
drew to the woods
your last embrace
brought cold release
and all our griefs became
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