Tumulus

My home is all loose ends and no completion,

cairns of shame stacked out of desperation,

the bastard children of reluctant pregnant piles,

orphaned and stacked in less daunting styles,

a thousand new leaves and no happy ending,

a thousand unanswered prayers ascending,

a hopeless position no longer worth defending.

 

 

 

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