I Have But To

Poem By A.R. Brixton

I have but to lament the slaughter
Of my deep dearest feelings.
I could not, I dared not,
Avoid such a death,
For they had
Only to
Die. -

I bore out of my heart their blues
Alone they would not live
And the soul’s attempt
To befuddle an end
Was only vain,
Quite like
I. -

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