Innocence, too your brother ignorance,
Wherefore am I alone?
Robbed infant eyes, which once blurred
The tragedy life is oft prone?
How did I offend that I weep familiar
In understanding's house?
Deserving no parting gift but memory as rags
Infested by reality's louse?
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Shadow Ponders: Poetry For Those Asphodels
Poetry“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
