Magic and Loss

Staring into the distance
Thought processes wavering
A mind retreat
To the depths of the soul
Finding nothing but pain
Jagged edges
Meant to cut deep
Unavoidable onsets
Of despairing heart
Iron curtains
Shrouding the soul
Tearing the eyes
Too heavy to lift
On my own
But there is no one
To aid my plight
In the endless cycle
Of magic and loss.

10 October 1998

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