dead and gone


see him sometimes still in echoes
capture him in dreams
want to answer all his don’t knows
nothing’s what it seems
lost and yet he’s always present
hiding in the past
whole or maybe just a segment
die was iron cast
boy was once but i am man now
life must carry on
yet i’m still a child and somehow
hope’s not dead and gone

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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