thing traced back to sorrow and a sadness always
filling me with it’s tasty morsels of grief consuming
me.
At times I feel overburdened with loss and it’s
loneliness.
Turning always to writing to fill me up, yet it never
does and here I am doing it anyway with a hopeful faith
that one day I may be away from it.
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