Lost but never gone

Neilton

Where have you been?

I've searched for you 

Did you search for me?

We've been waiting and waiting 

Did we lose you in some evil blind alley ?

By all accounts 

They found you and they tried to drown you 

Dousing your incandescent glow

They stole your shoes and your clothes, 

Hit you with stones, broke your bones,

froze your apocalyptic prose

So no one will never discover their failed experiment in their immoral show

Went into far-fetched tirades 

To make YOU look like a conniver and a depraved 

Didn't they hear brevity is the soul of wit   

or that it's a sin to always acquit the guilty?

 

 

What a shame you were reborn

And you'll now unravel all of their faults 

Everyone around the world 

Will learn their atrocity and your woe 

How they gave you a death penalty 

Without letting you pronounce upon this matter of yours

Yet we were all in shock 

When the bell knelled

your slow and painful death 

While we thought you'd always fend for yourself 

It's a pity you were reborn 

And they thought you were forever gone...

 

Now their journey draws to its close 

For your prose unfroze 

And their atrocities will be divulged 

Their horrid crime will see the daylight

Don't live in fright!

time will put back together your bones

Your story will be written anew

And all of them will get their due

Don't sorrow for unreturned tommorows!

You'll still hear warbles from sparrows!

You'll still outshine the antiheros!

Haven't you heard Patience is a virtue?

Just wait and in a little while

God will come to your rescue

  • Author: Neilton (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2025 07:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Well worded Neilton this challenge from the grave and beyond a metaphor I take for slights suffered in a past poetic life now like Lazarus returned from the grave to pronounce justice upon past offenders. Yes indeed I have missed you along with a few others that seem to have fallen by the wayside. My ears not acute enough, my brain not astute enough to see the executions have waited for their resurrection. Hope to hear much more.

  • Thomas W Case

    Powerful and poignant. Great work.



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