Gone
By Fiona Cummings
Like a bird in winter without a song
As if a homeless person all alone
Just a note to say they have gone
Like boxes at Christmas empty
A key to a bolted door to home
I had so much to say words of plenty
But in the mist of
this ghostly zone
I need the charity
A life of quality
I had before
Pick up the phone talk to a stranger
What to say
What was my home, my manger?
Is an empty shell
Without feeling I do dwell
Its hell
Put out my hand
I don’t understand
Where is the person who filled my world?
Left penniless
Where once my path was gold
My heart was filled with happiness
Now left covered in blankets of sadness
Be courageous
Is what I try to tell myself
Who to talk with other than the help over the phone
They don’t know me
So they don’t care
They want to hear my pain
How can I share?
My soul is drained
My summers have forever rain
And in winter a storm
My heart has been torn
Where are you now?
To reach out to you how?
Will you ever return?
Is this a life lesson I must learn?
Should I move on?
But how now you are gone
© Fiona Cummings
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