Lost
With a touch as cold as the plague
And blacker than thoughts unborn
Hands outstretched in supplication
Beseeching lives rejected and lost
Discarded moments circle endlessly
Swirling in bewildered desperation
A maelstrom of memories descend
Teetering on the edge of unknown
Wearied ghosts lurk on the horizon
Occupied with their tasks unseen
Shrill winds blow through them
A reminder of things abandoned
In a church built from its sadness
Searching for former redemption
Dreams set adrift in the twilight
A life torn asunder by loneliness
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A Blog Less Traveled 
Excellent–heart-wrenching.
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