Lament 4

Grief, like an infant
held to my heart
and I don’t know
how to comfort.

I walk on,
hoping for silence,
past homes
where death has
also visited
on this dark street.

If I could weep,
if I could mourn,
if I could comfort
(if i could silence
this abandoned child),
Perhaps I could rest.

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