Stolen or Broken?

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Something here was stolen
Had to have been
Look at all this mess
Obvious signs of distress
Would you expect less
Of a thief?

And see how she cries
So desperate to know
What she no longer keeps
The endless questions seep
Into wounds so deep
It's no wonder she weeps
At the unknown

The search continues
But it's losing ground
As she tugs at her hair
Wondering where
To cast her next anxious stare
But wait, what's that, over there
Something broken in an easy chair:
A spirit, not stolen but shattered





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Meghan said...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 8:15 pm
wonderful poem.
 
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