A Sense of Loss
a sense of loss
with an unimaginable cost
an expense
not covered by a few pence
you could not know
how we felt
now it is winter
and will this snow ever melt
this cold
that makes my bones feel old
now it has all been told
but it leaves the future
somewhat undersold
a sense of grief
chained as it is to long lost belief
tears like a liquid
stripping back to the raw underneath
will we ever feel complete
i huddle in a terrible muddle
wanted to passed from one cuddle –
to another
like a lost dog, there is a sense of lost
James Garratt – January 2012
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A Sense of Loss – Written January 2012 (Aged 36)
