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The last I saw was her stare
Sentencing me
Behind darkened walls,
Hell-bent in her
Muted voice-
Plunging me to depths of
Inward wrath;
She assailed my past
Feverless silence
My promises
Within narrow bounds
What was it?
Pangs of old devotion
Could it be so easily lost
In a turn of life?
T. Byram Karasu, MD is the author of Rags of My Soul

















