Helpless Condolence

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With tears
Freshened
By new grief,
I write letters
Of condolence
To two widows
Newly created
From beautiful wives.
.
Older sorrows,
That should
Never have been
Cut through,
Keen, too sharp,
The unbearable blade
Of children lost.
Dices sanity
Into a puzzle
Of chaos.
.
And now, also
The wretched
Men they loved.
Too late,
Those Fathers
Can never say,
“I’m sorry”.
Now all debts
Are paid,
But also
Promises
Are forever
Unfilled.
.
And the living,
Must live,
And say,
“Really, it’s alright.
I am fine”
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Bear … 01.13.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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