In fairy tales so often:
The parents die
Siblings are unkind
Houses catch on fire.
We are told much later of grief
From losses that are made
Not happened to.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
2 comments:
How did I miss this.
Your poetry is really depressing and admire-worthy both. Not always the former, but when it is, it Is.
Of course this one is depressing. It's about depression.
Also I saw how you cleverly snuck a compliment in there.
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