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Lost
My heart is lost in depth of woes,
While sorrows echo loud.
As tears descend with silent throes~
Beneath a veil of cloud.
In the dark I grope for my lost heart,
But it's slipped beyond my firm grip.
Each tear I shed softens its grave,
And deeper it sinks, out of reach.
My misery drums a hollow grief,
No hope of joy or smile.
My mind is caged in disbelief—
It may remain awhile.
I need no soothsayer to tell me—
I’m already buried in its depth.
My cries are aches without relief,
And I can’t restrain the tears.
It's far beyond all hope or aid,
I know—so others do.
Though cries may rise and voices fade,
None brings the lost I rue.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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