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Lost Fragments
by Brian FrancisI’ve reached across the void
And touch a foreign place
It wasn’t soft or hard
Or wet or dry – it simply was
It was - a place across the void
I reached into the here and now
And found the refuse of yesterday
Scattered about in mulching piles
The body of what was, tainted
Necrosis doing its work
The worms of idea digesting
The obsolete forms and illusions
I’ve reached into myself
and pulled out of myself
a whimpering, crying child
A child I found standing
Standing alone in self pity
Alone since when as a child
I, yes I, found pain too much
Too much to bear alone
So I left this piece of me
This piece of my child self
So that he could bear the burden
The burden of that pain
It is still with me, but now
Now I have found that orphan
And together we are whole
I can embrace that sorrow
I can realize the me, that is
The me that has become
The me, which was lost
In the distant shadows yesterday 08/23/2008 Posted on 08/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/24/08 at 01:50 AM Very nicely done Brian. I too carried this child far too long and still see him from time to time. But I no longer let him give the direction. It took a long time. Well done. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/28/08 at 06:25 PM Ahhh! Another piece of the puzzle comes to light. This is very introspective and stands as a testiment to your fortitude. It's also one of those poems that can be read over and over like a mantra reinforcing your resolve. Good stuff, Brian! |
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