Every day I feel loss —
A steady loss of spirtual peace,
Cause every night I walk across
That bizarre house in my dreams.
Remember all — the window light,
The forest view from timeless room,
The sense of loneliness insight
In that bizarre house of doom.
And every morning still in mourning,
Still waking up in sobs and tears,
Still wandering the mazes of that
Bizarre house in my dreams.
9 Jan, 2023
Steady loss
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