Can there come From a torn heart A seamless Love? I have lost The purity of soul, Which drove my pen To poetry's Open, delightful door. In a life Once touched with majesty And beauty's awe, There now Rattles only Confusion and emptiness. Had the loss To be? Or was it (as I suspect) My own dark, grasping hand Which snuffed out The light of mystery? Or both... ? I wish I knew The answer As I stand amid Thoughts gone dry and brittle Like November leaves Scurrying in the autumn wind.
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