Loss
by Jerry W Andrews
Friday, January 23, 2004
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And when she left me,
I remember:
The day turned cloudy,
The day turned gray,
The day turned cold
And drear,
Dread crept through my being,
Death I felt loom near;
In my life, since that day
In bleakest bare December,
My soul knows not surprise
Nor even simple joy.
My sun had left its orbit,
Gone nova,
My soul sucked into
A black hole of despair.
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| Reviewed by Glenna Cancilla (Reader) |
1/24/2004 |
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Jerry,
Perfectly placed "I remember:
The day turned cloudy,
The day turned gray,
The day turned cold
And drear,
Dread crept through my being,
Death I felt loom near;"
Keep writing
Glenna |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
1/23/2004 |
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| It hurts to loose someone that you love. Great capture of this pain. |
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