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  • Lost Love

    A poem

    My sorrow cries, my passion, my lost.
    I feel pain. I feel strange.
    What is this feeling?
    Why am I not willing to see what I am losing?
    It's not mine for the choosing.
    Just knowing that I lost a love is a tragedy. No longer will happiness hover over me.
    I'll never forget such a lovely face.
    And how he put me together in every place. I'm desperate to know the horrible truth. Even if it hurts when I do.
    My heart is broken.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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