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Missing Pieces
I write very few poems with rhymes so I find this one awkward. Thoughts are appreciated. Thank you.
There lies another piece,
a part that I forgot.
Out of reach it lies,
A dream that can't be caught.
Empty spaces in my brain
Where all my thoughts should be
Gaping holes within my head
Where did my memories flee?
On and on the people talk
About my mem'ries dear
Images I don't recall
Nothing here is clear.
As I listen, as I watch
One thing is true I find
That which they say is all my life
Lives in someone else's mind.
Empty spaces in my brain
Where all my thoughts should be
Gaping holes within my head
Why did my memories flee?
And there once more I see
Again is one more
Another chunk of memory
Lying on the floor.
There lies another piece,
a part that I forgot.
Out of reach it lies,
A dream that can't be caught.
Empty spaces in my brain
Where all my thoughts should be
Gaping holes within my head
Where did my memories flee?
On and on the people talk
About my mem'ries dear
Images I don't recall
Nothing here is clear.
As I listen, as I watch
One thing is true I find
That which they say is all my life
Lives in someone else's mind.
Empty spaces in my brain
Where all my thoughts should be
Gaping holes within my head
Why did my memories flee?
And there once more I see
Again is one more
Another chunk of memory
Lying on the floor.
Again It Comes
Again it comes,
that month, that day
that I would like
to rip out
of my life,
the calendar
the year.
And as the days march
closer,
closer still
to that dreaded
horrible
unforgettable
day
I think of you
more and more
Not that a day goes by
without a thought
a memory
a picture
of you in my head
But more and more
they come
thoughts of you
until my heart
wants to break
explode
wither away
My life goes on
and so does yours
only different
better,
in a happy way
that leaves me
envious.
How hard it is
to carry on
when you, my first,
left,
too soon
too very early and
before me.
Again, it comes
this month
that day
that I wish to erase
from life,
the calendar
the year
But you, my son
would still be
gone.
And I'd be here
still,
left
to endure.
that month, that day
that I would like
to rip out
of my life,
the calendar
the year.
And as the days march
closer,
closer still
to that dreaded
horrible
unforgettable
day
I think of you
more and more
Not that a day goes by
without a thought
a memory
a picture
of you in my head
But more and more
they come
thoughts of you
until my heart
wants to break
explode
wither away
My life goes on
and so does yours
only different
better,
in a happy way
that leaves me
envious.
How hard it is
to carry on
when you, my first,
left,
too soon
too very early and
before me.
Again, it comes
this month
that day
that I wish to erase
from life,
the calendar
the year
But you, my son
would still be
gone.
And I'd be here
still,
left
to endure.
