Looking out from deep inside

this fortress here wherein I hide.

Formed brick by brick in rounds of pain,

some circumstantial, others made

by hand selecting from the first -

fine crafted moldings of the worst.

With clays of pity, doubt and fear,

mix in the water, make it clear

so all around will go away.

Form isolation day by day

til self-inflicted world of on...

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was lovely last Christmas

hugs amid a snow storm

face so bright and caring

mind in such good form

sharp, as bright as a pin

enjoying tinsel and pies,

no hint of grief to come,

warmth yet in grey eyes

change, a new confusion

not sure of time or day,

struggled finding words,

shopping, lost her way

I know his face, where...?

why cant I remember?

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