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Unanswered
by Adrian CalhounSorting through the words,
as dust begins to gather
on the pieces of broken promises.
Left to drowned,
unable to wade or swim
in the river of lies.
Somewhere between here and there,
the sun had set on whatever it was.
All the reasons gone,
every sensation numb,
maybe tomorrow it will be but a dream. 11/29/2003 Posted on 12/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/02/03 at 03:43 AM Very somber reverie. Trust all will look better tomorrow! |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 12/04/03 at 11:49 PM Dreams do become reality. Give it all to God and he will bring him HOME. If not ,then we will rent a U-Haul and drag him back ourselves. Beautiful way to express such emotion on paper. XOXOXO |
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