Bereft

Bereft, bewildered,
bestowed this pain
from wanting some
thing other than
what is, where
desire becomes a
demand, a need
so deep it feels
as if the heart will
break, and tears
will fall in shocking
drowning, washing
away nothing, but
the dust of love,
leaving the hard,
hurting, wanting
to hold its ground,
in ancient wound.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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