Of Living as in a Fog
What brings this gloomy thickness
Of living as in a fog,
Where mourns the death of innocence
Yet not admit the fall?
Why think it odd the pain you feel
Or the burden borne?
Think you’re not like the others now?
Think you’re different?
By your own words you admit it so:
You are their kith and kin.
No temptation have you felt thus far
That is not common to man.
ã6January 1991, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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