Eternally Lost
A vision of prayer for a drop of rain
thoughts of a plan to save his lost
a wisp of dream all the while insane
thoughtful for a simple hope
grounded in eternal loss
reflected to the universe
an open sore is salted
an abyss separates all
and tomorrow is here
knock knock and only the wind replies
knock knock and weeping takes seat
the man of eternal regrets who finds at last
what once he refused to seek
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