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Broken.
Freedom lies behind
a mask of falling
leaves:
it beckons, calling me
on yet pain will follow,
chase about my heels.
Lost to me now,
the gold
that once arose
to praise each dawn.
Time grows old
beyond my eyes, as
silence seeps about
the walls.
"Lost to me now,/the
"Lost to me now,/the gold/that once arose/to praise each dawn." I lost my daughter (my only offspring) March 2017 - this lineis how I feel. Thank you for putting the hurt in words - Stella
Thank thank you Stella, I did
Thank you Stella, I did think of you when I wrote this and thought how hard it must be to lose a daughter especially an only daughter, I cannot begin to imagine your heartbreak.
It means a great deal to me to read your kind words about this poem. Thank you once again Sue. Xx