Poetry Is My Protest: Poem #4

Have you forgotten your own beauty
Like a wedding ring lost in the sink drain?

Has sawdust covered our pulpits?
Smoothing over heart-carved words we once preached to this congregation of days?

Flecks of our forgotten selves fall as broken rosaries.
 A broom whispers it's ghostly hymns
A generation passes
And we never find a proper way to say goodbye.

Would you like someone's company?
Someone to see the same silent horses roaming free in pastures of dissolving trees?
Or is loneliness your solace from cold steel?

Is wonder ever as beautiful as when it is broken and cast among strangers and friends
Who for a brief moment become nameless and blend into one again. 

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