BURIED GOLD

BURIED GOLD

no beacon
no held hand
shifting sand
boogeyman
hide and dart
missing parts
unseen marks
shaky start
shamed
stained
blamed
called names
spirit hollow
left unwhole
no destiny
no home
no goal
a being
crippled
damaged
rippled
words a sickle
downhill trickle
branded
stranded
spiining kaleidoscope
no grab rope
couldn't cope
twisted
mother
gator
father
waste
of space
ghost
chased
abandoned
shunned
psychic
clatter
word salad
chatter
dis
ease
fight...flight
freeze
life's
spherical
waxing
lyrical
aging
wiser
memories
a geyser
stories of old
to be told
tortured soul
holds buried gold

POEMS by cindy lee loucks

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