Into the First of Many Minds

Through a pane of glass 
 the subconscious saw and 
 felt her first grief.
 A first of many yet to come

With new eyes did you 
 witness an atrocity branded 
 with a heavy heart into a 
 weeping hand stuck in limbo 

Fingertips shied away from a barrenness cold 
 And the mind’s first sight flinched 
 Away from an eternity of poverty
 Retreating to the shadows of sorrow 
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