By Andrew R. Duckworth
Numbness crept in like a thief.
I used to celebrate Easter Day,
But amid the clouds of grief
Among sinners of whom I’m chief-
A stack of sadness is on my tray
And it seems I’ll get no relief.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth
I felt the same way, Drew.
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