Pieces Of Eight
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Laurence Overmire
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You ask me why
I cry so easily
Even for the plight of a stranger
I am a poet
I carry the pain of
The lost generations
I bleed with the centuries
Old yearnings of wounds
Never healed
And bear it
Heavy burden
Within
The unlocked
Treasure chest of the
Buried
Human heart.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Taj Mahal Review, Dec.2006)
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