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For That Which Is Gone

Poetry By: Don George
Poetry


Tags: Loss, Looking


A thing I came up with.


Submitted:Nov 13, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


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Oh blessed, where for art thou?

Amogst the trees?

Amist the clouds?

Along the rolling, slopeing and rising curves of the country side ?

Seek, do I...

Need I travel long and far?

Across vast, barren plains, to the highest, jagged and treacherous Mt. tops, shall I travel.

A journey to find that which was always within; Possibly, as close to the center of the Earth as the largest ocean will allow.

A cold , crushing, dark, forbidden place...

To where, perhaps, I could bring warmth and light.

Certainly, all of this must be greater than that which is missing...

In the heart and in the soul.

It is I who must return home, yet, ever onward...

For that which is gone.





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