Monday, June 27, 2011

Gone Each Day I Search for You

in the gone
the cracks
like glass
broken
lost
No
gone
Yes
like the walls
we build
their existence floats
across our minds
existing in time
but gone
on each road
you take
gone
blocking your way
no corners or angles
just gone
not in a dark hole
or a bright light
gone has no change
no flavour
no colour
no handles to hold on to
gone is neither hot or cold or warm

gone is like death
that you never saw
heard
experienced
in goodbyes

gone
is not a vanishing
or a disappearance
something you saw
in the corner of your eye
and then it was gone

gone exist
it was always there
then it was not
gone is real
gone lives within the left behind
It is something you know
It is Someone you loved

gone is something
you had
gone is someone
out there
that never came back
gone never changes
it is monotone
it is constant
in its reality
gone exist
in moments
in time
over
and
over
again
empty
sad
hurt
screams
within
the pain
of
left behinds
alone
and
gone

2 comments:

  1. There is nothing quite like gone Beez. You wrote well of it ...Clara

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  2. Gone is never forgotten. Brilliant poem Beez. You'll never have to wish you could remember the things you wish to forget.

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