Monday, January 16, 2017

Pain



Held, I my hands

Across my chest.
And gasped a breath
That ached my soul...


Tainted with grief 
and of lose,
I never knew; it pained my heart...

'Where was my heart',
Was my inner call.
All I knew,
"It was bottled somewhere in
    matters mysterious."





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