Testament
These are sad words
without comfort or grace
only loss through the night
and no wind to carry us on.
These are sad words
white with blemish
black with hopeless cherish
left for the beasts to dwell
in the darkness of our minds
without remorse,
without regard,
without repentance,
without redemption.
These are sad words
which we have become.
by Connie Mutua
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