#61 of 365 – “lost”

“lost”

 

there is nothing

so humbling

as breaking

a heart,

watching eyes

fill with hurt

and then glaze

with anger,

retreating

behind a vast

and awful

silence

so heavy

light and laughter

get swallowed

within,

and you are lost

with no clue

of where

to begin.

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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