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Lost / A Journal of Sorts / 10.1.15

An instant and the chapters change,

Familiar walls stand, rearranged.

Lives together, a part of whole

Split apart, hurting soul. 

Closing grip on those held close,

Watching eyes for next to go. 

Pondering who’s next depart,

Would come more easily on mind and heart 

A question comes, who is to blame

Is it I for trusting, or them for shame.

Should I trust more than thee?

Should I submit to hurt so willingly?

And lest the cold of bitterness surround,

How asked am I to hold hopeful ground?

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