Every Expiration Due

Standard

I conspire

With every expiration due

In rumination of my ways

That I am born

To rifle through

Recovery of what

I do not know

I lost

So long ago

Forgotten in

Times misted

Hue and left

Bereft to bear

The emptiness

Of what I do not know

I am so driven

To seek in bleak

Horizons my completion

In an un-repenting piece

Of consolation

With no reserve.

©  K J Barr

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