“Loss”

Loss is an empire

built of poor stone

Loss is a kingdom

without any throne

Loss is my love

who never came home

a dog bound and bleeding

dreaming of bones.

Loss is a train

that jumped off the track

Loss is a moment

you can not get back

Lost are the sorry excuses I lack

more pain to impale me

as I drown in the sack

Loss is a forest

without any trees

Loss is an angel

struck down with disease

Loss is a proud man

brought down to his knees

Loss is my lot

so get lost if you please.

poem written by SD, Doorway Guest 13th February 2013

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Lisa Lewis, Chief Executive of Doorway.
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