The long narrow hallway,
Etched with pain and euphoria,
A mother’s sacrifice and the husband’s touch,
A parade of white.
The time is concentrated,
Flowing through me like a river,
Wild and roaring
And I stuck - a paralysed effigy on the shore.
On the pricipice of darkness
I sat, shivering to burst,
Refusing to remember,
What is to be lost.
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