Pain of Its Cruelty
My own restless thought's
wear down a fragile mind
reckless and without intent
until every peace died.
Not among the loss
nor the pain of its cruelty
but here in this seclusion
finding solace built for me.
Copyright © Chris Cleverly | Year Posted 2017
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