Kharites Lost I never see the beauty, the time and I never held the charity. Wandered through flesh like a wasp clipping a closed window- wandered like a widow, and fell. Distance between fertility Creativity; the river flows through Delphi yet, I drink from a vessel unmade by man - I slow down at your graces, I am sick. The song keeps me closer than ailment. Waded into Cephissus brought gifts and still I fail to see you Blank love, blind charm, empty prayers. Fallen foul, the stench of underworld clings to broken skin. I failed when you needed me most. Zac Thraves Zac Thraves is a writer and performer in Kent; poems have been published with various magazines and stories have been performed throughout the county. You can find some work on Instagram and join him on Twitter.
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