Holding out, holding close
Thoughts of yesteryear
Knowing they arrived
Played out
And
Now have disappeared.
Reasons why, reasons known
I can’t decipher
I can’t cry out
All I know
they happened
They’re with me now
Till I leave this earth, till I too
Am no longer here.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
The never never comes
Or consoles lost ones, lost souls
Searching in the mist, the dark
For what has happened
What has cost
What’s been lost.
The never never helps
The world resolve
Earth shattering episodes
None that I recall
Only moving forward, heart in hand
Holding out for sanctuary
A soft place to land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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