Emile Dubois

When it was gone

When it was gone

It was over

Slowly it began to falter

Words no longer spoken

The channels closed

All lines lost

Everything terminated

Without connection it eroded

Estranged in every way

Broken into pieces

Shattered beyond recognition

All roads that were open 

Now diverted elsewhere

When it was gone

There was no point returning

To what end would be that purpose?

For what reason would I re-enter that prison?

Comments3

  • malubotelho

    I love your poem. Beautiful arrangement, and I love the end of it. Clever. Thanks for sharing.

    • Emile Dubois

      Many thanks for you reply

    • OUTBACK

      EXCELENT* ! THE POINT OF ( NO* RETURN-ING ) !

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write. Stay strong.

      • Emile Dubois

        Thanks for your kind words. I'm actually ok..I write these days when I get a moment of creative musing..it comes from the sum of my experiences. I'm a firm believer in creative adjustment.



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