Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Futility

With caring hands he touches mine,
and tells of my lost dreams.
Melancholy surrounds me.
No longer lives the love
which I’ve proclaimed.
No longer lives the dream
my mind has seen as
misfortune now comes to my
heart where only joy should
rest.

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