On Far Off Lands.....
They'll always...... be.
A little part, of me.
That's been,.... left behind.
Whether, added ....to the water.
Or buried, in the mud.
Perhaps..... reverent, in the wind.
Or ....
a small piece, encapsulated...
Within,....
My brain.
Which will forever rest.
As long,.... as I remain.
A memory......... of a,
Time,.... when,
I once was, a man!
Giajl © Jim Love
enjoyed this
The sting of losing, longing, remembering. Parts of ourselves gone...never knowing what it's like to be whole again. I really liked this. I like the pauses...really adds to the emotional toll of it all.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
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