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there's no remnant of then that I may reclaim
just sorrow of heart that comes at the end
in those moments past in which remain
such fragile thoughts on the failing wind
though fragile as this never held such a weight
burdens of promise not meant to last
held in bondage by a locks and a gate
condemed to the dark, unable to pass

Past, my captor, who comes when not called
echos in hallways no one hears uttered
destined to torment by unwritten law
fills up a mind already long cluttered

through folly of youth I plotted my course
that reminds me of error, with tears and remorse

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The following comments are for "Frayed"
by dachish


Once again you've managed to convey a simple with depth and elegence. The form while archaic works for you. And the title is a perfect fit for both the subject and feel of the poem. Good job.

( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: July 12, 2003 )

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