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Submitted: August 13, 2018

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Submitted: August 13, 2018





I don’t ever want to walk again

On soles thread beaten, slight

The caustic casualty of war

T'ween love and ending’s smite

To be embraced, however sweet

Reminders of the past

Today I walk on bloodied limb

A thousand cuts amassed


This day foretold by those before

Who’ve climbed up havoc’s trail

The cruel and twisted carcass of

Yesterday’s regale

Although the plight to comprehend

Lay perilous and fraught

I faced the plague; discard’s allow

That you so strongly wrought


And in the end, no lovers meet

No misbegotten plan

All talking of a future’s hold

Or time’s considered span

No wishing, hoping, carried on

Nor gazing at the known

For you, for you, the bell will toll

Haphazardly alone


So what can lessons learn-ed be

at sense of moral’s end?

With loving shorn and weakened all

By a cruel phantasms wend

Accept, accept the wilds do howl

Turn opposite therein

Go forth without adorned regret

And spurn what could have been





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