A Lost Word
When sorrow finds new depths,
And a promise came to hide.
The vision of naked, empty words . . .
No longer vacant, now reside.
Without meaning, the flight is hollow,
As if a mirage, bending sand to the wind.
Yet the void remains in memory,
While efforts to remove, will not rescind.
If action fails to follow what was heard,
Like a dark shadow vanquished to light.
Then novel remedies are sorely needed,
While leftover scars are still in sight.
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