house, her home, her hearth, her fire...
Broken all to pieces by their lies.
Once treasured memories alight
upon a pyre of unimagined death.
Ashes blowing on a wind - still seeking
more than depth could ever hold.
A funeral pyre composed of all
the things lost in between the great
imagining of what was lost somehow.
An innocence that never needed
constant understanding. A love
too deep to ever be expressed
out there, in full.
travesty of others grabbing
what was never theirs in understanding.
Lost amid mere thoughts of profits overcoming loss.
Finding out too late, the greater cost.
Her house, her home, her hearth, her fire -
broken all to pieces by their lies.
While amid their great catastrophes,
? Michaelette ?
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