Away They Take

Away they take my silver~

Away they take my gold~

I have not enough in me~

To grasp all in a hold.

As the loss has occurred~

I want forever to mend~

Yet they discard my~

Jewels like there is an end.

The bereavement has not healed~

They add more burden to my soul~

Plundering my memories~

So callus and bold!

The demise of my treasured memories~

They do clearly steal~

The pain I feel~

To them matter not~

Yet to me so very real.

Should mortality be not in objects~

I know logically~

Yet too early are these cherished treasures~

Taken from me.

The collapse of my worldly belongings~

Still hurts for real~

I struggle to block this out~

Yet tragic attacks I feel!

Away they take my silver~

Away they take my gold~

I have not enough in me~

To grasp all in a hold.

Now I hear whispers~

My prized home they will shed~

Like it means nothing to them~

In addition casting me too~

Off with the homestead.

What is the secret that they have~

That takes sentimentality out of~

The mind? ~

Which in me~

I can not seem to thrust aside~

Circumstances only create my spirit to run and hide.

Change with death~

Achens me~

Throbbing dread overwhelms me~

Yet they continue to kill my security~

They are a rolling charge~

Running over me!

Oh~

How I search for peace~

While violated I squeal~

No one hears my calls~

No one seems to care.

Away they take my silver~

Away they take my gold~

I have not enough in me~

To grasp all in a hold.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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