Deborah Harvey - Loss

Loss is a language I’m fluent in.

Its syllables rush forth with martial precision.

Phonetic legions of metered chaos

Lay siege to my soul.

Destroying all that I am.

Limiting what I may be.


Loss


Acerbic phrases draining my essence.

Channeling all pain, all purpose…

A collecting pool of miasma.

Drowning with resigned clarity…

Into emptiness.

Into nothingness.


Loss

Deborah Harvey

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