Desolation’s child
My eyes gray: misery’s shadow;
Dusk falls:lays waste the light;
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Abandoned to the night.
Dusk falls: lays waste the light;
Touch, too, withdraws its stroke.
Awoke me, left, bereft.
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Desolation’s child
Unprotected, riled.
Abandoned to the night
Tipple’s blight
Unbalanced, withered plight.
Find faith.
Jeanne Poland
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