Lost

Once, the whole of writerscafe lost their poetry. I lost everything i'd written except one. I ended up writing this in response.

Floating now

Just lost in the wind

Son of our imperfection

Borne away on the wings of our kin

On the eaves of an error

A slip of the hand

The beauty and sadness

The mark of man

 

Anger & sadness just drained away

Inevitable

Unchangeable

Indeterminate stay

 

Complacent thinking

Whether it all would last

My present

My future

And even my past

 

Those evident markers

Of who i once was

Speak louder than this one poem does

 

They were who i am

And who i was

I can't replace

With this because

Times have changed

And i'll never be

Who I was

Writing poetry

 

And so it ends

It disappears

A single sound

The end draws near

 

And here it comes

So it seems

The end is near for our hopes and dreams

 

The pointer moves

I feel sick

The end of an era

 

...Click

Reviews

[Jade_Phenomenal]

I am very sorry that you lost your poems. I really like this piece I love your flow. You are very talented.
Please don't give up on writing because you lost some of your work. Just chalk it up as a valuble lesson learned. Challenge yourself to write EVEN BETTER poems this time around! I'm looking forward to reading more from you.

Again, you did a wonderful job with this piece!

[sherra.]

Oh, I'm so sorry...
I read it twice and felt the sadness in the poem...
It actually made me cry... :(
Its so sad...
Oh man, tears again.

[E. M. Murren]

You are so right... it is just how it is. Fortunately, I had them backed up, so I just re-entered them.

I love this work, though. It expresses the enigma of time and moments lost. Well done.