Camelot

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Monday, December 29, 2014

Gripped



The wailing continued
With it the soul
Gripped in anguish
A heartrending sound
Torn and crumbled
Not lived to its meaning

The wind howling
Through open windows
In empathy
Trees stooped
In understanding

Lost dreams
Forgotten
Sometime around
The third decade

I sat listening
To the tears
Of unfulfilled days
Unrealized hours
Missed seconds
Bowed head grieving

And the wailing continued...


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