Gone

Went away one day

Hid

On the moors

Where every swell and dip

Looks like every other

Counted to ten

Over and over

And over again

They looked in ditches

In the bleak mist

Of northern hills

Black shadowed coppers

Bobbies with grim features

That would stay with them

A lifetime

My mother cried

Never stopped looking

Died

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Dreamcatchers for Abused Children (an official non-profit 501(c)3 child abuse and neglect organisation in the US) has a Missing Persons Division. They have used my video poem 'The Missed' (top left) on their page : 

http://dreamcatchersforabusedchildren.com/media/missing-children/ 

I will be working with some charities and important organisations again in 2012. These a...

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The Missed

They went missing on...

There could be so many dates

And even more names...

I cannot imagine

The pain

Of those families, long nights

Looking at the door

Hoping for a loved one...

To walk right through

As if

Nothing had ever happened

Looking out the window,

At passers by

A glimmer, a hope,

For them to return home ...

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