Gone Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Gone



Tuesday's child
Sits in the Hut
And cries for times
That are no more
And names
That throw
Grotesque shadows
Across her memory.
She sits and searches
Within the labyrinth
Of her mind
For a key
To the constant riddle
'Where did it go
My yesterday? '

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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