Never To Be Found. Poem by Christopher Holmberg

An innocent mind, taped from behind.
Can it rewind?
or is it just confined?
Denied of existance,
never to be found.
A rock at the bottom of the pond,
stare and compare
but as still as a chair.
Driven to confusion
a town to hold one.
Not even his gun.
Now parched from his arid quest,
he flees to the sea,
to splash himself free of this rope.
Far in, beginning to choke.
This was not prevoked.
Confined existance is rewound,
tape sealed for a ship,
never to be found.

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