Anthem For the UnlovedA Poem by Chris Shaw
How bleak the hours pass each day
and bleaker still the longer nights, for those who live their lives untouched, divorced from human company. What tales or photos could be shared of circumstances, crossroads met which led to situations where, best out of mind, best we forget. For even mists can call at times, envelop all within their care, embrace before they dissipate into the kinder morning air. To part this world without a friend, not one to mourn your final breath, an unmarked loss, an unfelt grief, such sorrow makes a heartless death. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on January 23, 2019Last Updated on January 23, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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