My Pretty Girl
oh how this anger strikes me odd
the things I want to blame on God
yet sacred things have left me, dim
how life and death can’t hold to Him …
my dearest loves come to such ends
with aches my heart can’t comprehend
now one more sweet life robbed, unjust
and turned to ashes, bones and dust …
my pretty Princess … now, but dust.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, September 8, 2023
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