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'The Missed'

Monday 6th June 2011 8:17 pm

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 once more

As they did so many times

Barely noticed by you

That you now, feel

Even more guilty for

Evenings spent

Clicking between TV channels

Only to see

Yet another, has gone missing

The real pain to us,

Yes is unknown

BUT

The pain is so much...

That we do feel pain

We’re thankful for those,

Who are found: alive and well

And always hope, for the others still missing

That one day

We shall say the same of them too

But for those

Like the boy in the box

All those years before

Though you were lost to us all

You have now at least...

Found peace

And know

YOU WERE MISSED

Copyright John Harrison 2010

'In this piece, I talk about the boy in the box. This is the sad case of a boy in fifties America, who was found in a cardboard box, and no one knew who he was. I came across this story on YouTube, the video decribed the boy, where he was found, marks and old scars on his body, hoping someone would come forward. The last time I knew, he was still unknown, and thats why he became known as the boy in the box. I know of a campaigner, who along with many try ad publicise the missing, young and old. I dedicated to this poem and video to them all.'

'This will be in my second book. To find out more about me go to www.thepoetjohn.com (if its my writing only you want to see) or www.Bsafe1stalways.com for abuse issues'

John Harrison Poetry Poem The missing The Missed

◄ 'The world of silence and the silence you shame'

'The sheep that led the sheep, that thought he was different' ►

Comments

Elaine Booth

Mon 13th Jun 2011 21:56

Really appreicate your passion and the dedication to this real story of one life. Well put.

Noetic-fret!

Tue 7th Jun 2011 20:59

Hi John!

This is a very moving piece. I am alarmed that it has not yet had more recognition in here from fellow poets. I know of someone, I guess we all do, who went missing. Some years later I make supposition that I saw him again. He was a colleague, but knowing he was still alive give me a little hope, even though I couldn't be sure it was him.

If you think you see someone you know or suspect is missing, you should grab the chance to talk to them, even at the risk of making a mistaken identity, because this is a serious issue that is affecting so many. in the UK alone, I read that around 65,000 immigrant workers go missing each year, let alone naturalized or indigenous population. The extent of 'the missing' is frightening. That's why everyone, everyone should have at least one confidant in their lives who can locate someone should they go missing. There is pain for those loved ones not knowing, as I guess there is pain in those that go missing.

Nice work John, very thoughtful, very emotional, as if a plea was bargained here.

Brilliant!

Best wishes,

Mike

Ann Foxglove

Mon 6th Jun 2011 20:26

Very moving work John. And a belated welcome to WOL.

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