Ghraima Poem by Keith Michael

Ghraima



Ive searched high and low, unearthed every shattered and broken stone, every piece of dirt has been shoveled in search of a letter, a note even, a clue that gives me some sense as to where you aren't, but where you want to be. The roots have been so beaten down, that they weep their water and the ground runs cold under them. A moist earth regains its life and sends it back anew as a tree, one that i will once again overturn in search of you. It is only then that i can realize what was lost, and cross the rivers and scale the mountains. moss leads my way back and each day strength returns as the journey home is ending. I can see your back in the distance, id know those legs anywhere and I just hope when i get to you and see your face, you haven't been upset and I haven't been gone for too long.

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Keith Michael

Keith Michael

new brunswick, new jersey
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