October 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

to retrieve a chance that’s
gone to rest
the want of every one
who’s failed
to keep alive
within their breast
a voice that sings –
by graveside wail
by graveside kneel,
they do at night
or in day when eyes
on them not fall
to try to turn what they can
to right –
within their minds,
if not for all
by doing so, kept alive,
are those
never to them
fully known
tho’ both shared once
the path, chose
before one ventured
off alone
to walk to the edge of memory
of the one who could not see


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