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January 9, 2016
All Poetry

Lost in Plain Site

Falling thru the cracks
Lost in plain site
The Sun a distant memory
Walls closing in
Ghosts stealing my colored pencils
All that is left is a box of grey
Missing my spark
Fire left on the back side of agreements never delivered
On the floor
Tiny pieces of two broken pencils
Red & Blue
Reminding me of left over flames that once burned bright
And an ocean that whispered her calming beauty into my ear

(C) Jack Roman


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