Pathos Poem by Craig Steiger
Pathos
The sadness of the world
Sticks in my throat like chalk,
I cannot breathe.
Innocence has grown up quickly
And instead of ripening into bright fruit
Adjusts its tender shoulder
To a crucifix of loss.
What began christened with laughter & bubbly
Leans precariously now
On the shoals of an obscure reef,
Beneath a circle of strange birds,
A reckoning gone badly awry
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