Lost Road
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Barry Middleton
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They say a writer, a poet,
must write what he knows.
For that we must exhume
painful loss and torment.
I saw the rack and torture.
No boasting, it is a curse.
Love seems not to love
the few to punish defeat.
I know I'll always wonder
why love cast me aside.
Should I write what I know?
Then you must go with me.
Down an empty dark road,
I would travel not alone.
Turn away from me again;
I do not blame your fear.
My way is fraught with pain.
Best to run before the snare.
Some destiny is set in stone:
to live, to yield, to die alone.
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