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For Thine Is

Poem By Lyrae Dent

We are the dead.
Ring the bells of St Clements
This is like a rhyme, a child's rhyme
nursery rhyme

There are no watching eyes
Or so you'd like to think

Are we alone
No not alone
You who think you loved me left me
You who said you kept me lost me
Let me go
But never
I can't be

As I am trapped.
With myself.
And between the essence
Of the thought
And of the mind
Falls the Shadow -

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Comments (2)

Shades of TS Eliot. Nicely done
... I absolutely cannot believe this. :)