the untold

you carry your great weight,
your well packed suitcase
of well folded, ironed hate
like a black hardwood cross
before the unseeing masses
symbol of a never owned loss

let it go to the loving air
place it into another’s care
that the death you hold
won’t drag you to the cold,
the empty, the untold…

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