Lost - Poem by Jan Hauck
A locked gate, guarding sharp, purple thoughts
And emotions, in a grey prison,
Every cell with a key on the inside,
Grey eyes looking through grey bars,
Careful and afraid, content and analytical,
Like mushrooms in the dark -
Salty tears underneath that smile,
Remember a time and a chance, another world,
A lifetime away, the grey turns
Into lush green memories, understanding memories
Of brown, blue and white with a hint of red,
Belonging, secret and silent memories.
Those salty grey eyes still smile,
A cloudy chuckle, almost a cough through those bars,
Lost now, locked away in a muddy hole,
Turning into silver laughter on white marble,
Still confident that underneath those yellow scars
A moment in the golden sun was worth it.
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