Hide and seek

Where did she go?

I am searching for something I know I cannot find
something that lodges in the recess of my mind
something that doesn’t quite
fit.
I had it, once. Oh I had everything; life was my catechism
dreams strung like beads through my fingers…
The memory still lingers
on- unbroken- but now separated from
immortality.
If I’d known I’d had it, then, I could have done so much
could have saved the world with the lightest little touch
of my hand.
Now I don’t understand; everything seems lost, the flesh
peeled off slowly from my face.
My eyes wring out the sting of salted years:
the world is not a hiding place.

And I am tired of seeking.

Author's Note

Comments welcome; there are one or two lines I would probably still change around as they aren't perfect but I don't want to mess with it too much.

Reviews

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There is always the inner discussion as to when something is finished. The structure holds together quite well, and you have some really well developed imagery.
There is some rhyme, that rears its head from time to time, changes places in the line, its nuances increased would be divine, yet with out this change the work remains fine.
An interesting working of the theme.