Lost

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about loss.

Submitted: November 12, 2016

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Submitted: November 12, 2016

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LOST

 

Where are you hiding today

In the shadows at the back of my mind

Gathering dust before seeking me out

Turning time and beginning to wind

 

How can you pull on my strings so tightly

Or cause raindrops to fall from my sky

Push daylight away and replace it with night

When I’ve no shield to protect me or weapons to fight

 

I can’t remember your face

Only the name that I gave you that day

There’s a piece of me, I left in that room

My emotional jigsaw, still missing today.

 

Bad memories are strange things. They lay dormant until a sound, a smell, a taste beckons them forward. Then they arrive unannounced and unwanted, like an uninvited guest. Transporting you to a time and place you don’t wish to be. You can’t fight it, though. There’s no silver bullet to bring it down or an impregnable shield to protect you. The emotional tsunami has to be ridden out until it abates and returns to where it came from.


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