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We are the Lost
Jan 18, 2021
Our souls mourned
fallen angels
of grievous discontent
Like children in forsaken wonder
Staring at trees,
lost in the forest
Haunting present with past
Wounded by a cause,
We cannot recall
We persuade ourselves
To live,
another day
with Pain.
No balm of Gilead,
No prayer of Mizpah
No boundary markers,
Only stumbling stones on the road
Stumbling stones
