we wear grieving, like a
heavy cloak,
with a large cowl and
theadbare sleeves,
it gives, some measure of
warmth,
but never, quiet enough.
as we stand alone,
facing the winds,
that howl... sad,
sighing,
loss.
loss.
complete
and utter
abanbdonment.
....by design or fate,
leaves your heart, foresaken,
your soul, ***** and
ravaged.
meanwhile, the world
moves on, blind to,
the mad monk,
that inhabits your mind.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
we wear grieving, like a
heavy cloak,
with a large cowl and
theadbare sleeves,
it gives, some measure of
warmth,
but never, quiet enough.
as we stand alone,
facing the winds,
that howl... sad,
sighing,
loss.
loss.
complete
and utter
abanbdonment.
....by design or fate,
leaves your heart, foresaken,
your soul, ***** and
ravaged.
meanwhile, the world
moves on, blind to,
the mad monk,
that inhabits your mind.
a double (reversed) nonet
one of series of nonets.... based
on the words/concepts of
lost, (loss )and found,(find)
i am writing as an exercise
in "compact" writing...
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