Eighty-fifth say


I lost something
in the attempt
Something got lost
inside of me.

A gloomy me was born
The hole made room for

Useless fear
took over me
Provoking grief
fought its way through

It took me long
to see, –
a broken strainer is my soul.
the fix is not for free.

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