Gold

I reach for you,
cocoon me in gold..
all I ever wanted,
was for someone to hold

I am young,
yet feel so old..

The cards you dealt me,
I can no longer play..
I want an exchange,
I fold this painful game.

All my children are unborn
and my legacy, a forgotten dream.

We are all reduced,
ground down to dust, slowly
and papers with our names
trickling down a stream..

© Diana Ganić

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