Loss is a language I’m fluent in. <br /> <br />Its syllables rush forth with martial precision. <br /> <br />Phonetic legions of metered chaos <br /> <br />Lay siege to my soul. <br /> <br />Destroying all that I am. <br /> <br />Limiting what I may be. <br /> <br /> <br />Loss <br /> <br /> <br />Acerbic phrases draining my essence. <br /> <br />Channeling all pain, all purpose… <br /> <br />A collecting pool of miasma. <br /> <br />Drowning with resigned clarity… <br /> <br />Into emptiness. <br /> <br />Into nothingness. <br /> <br /> <br />Loss<br /><br />Deborah Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-36/
