Tragedy

November 29, 2017


The mind is filled with tragedy
Of stories neither here nor there
Twisting words and imagery
Distorting what it cannot bare.
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The call was made.
The answer not.
It cut so deep;
The wounded thought.


Misty were the eyes that bled.
Slowly moved the feet that fled.
Tender was the heart’s last dread.
That Love would never come.