The Missing

The Missing

A Poem by Amant Cache

My pen won’t meet the page

so I fill a book with tear drops

and hope they’ll be able to tell my story.

Why do memories of the good times fade

just when I need them most?

Why do the tears keep falling

when I so desperately need to stand up tall?

I’m crippled with fear and regret

and the only crutches I’ve got to lean on

are delusions of myself.

© 2009 Amant Cache


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Interesting, more so when you give it more wonder and fill in some blanks...
One that makes you think...even of yourself

Thanks for the share

Posted 11 Years Ago


simply beautiful :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on November 5, 2009

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Amant Cache
Amant Cache

Colorado Springs, CO



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I am a romantic realist. I have an addiction to that which is intangible. I long for more than what I have. I pretend to be a poet. I drink wine when I am lonely and I cry when I am angry. I find insp.. more..

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