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Space was what we'd wanted - lots of room to grow
In anticipation of a dozen kids in tow.
Love brought its first miracle and gifted you the glow.
Eviscerated, here I stand, in this half-finished shell.
No joy lives here. God took you both and left me here, in Hell.
Cursed and cursing, no one hears the blasphemies I yell.
Echoes fade. I strike the match, no story left to tell.
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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