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A poem entitled GONE which is in the style of a concrete poem with a Fibonacci sequence mimicking an image of the thought process.
How things used to be
When the world was just you and me?
But you lied when you told me you would always be there.
Please tell me deep down you still care.
Like the leaves that fall
I have you
The exact day – time
Together we drank gin and lime
Then everything changed. Lost inside your mind, confused scared,
Like a wild animal trapped snared.
I still remember
The day I
I'm still here
Still singing our song
But you sing a different song.
A different rhyme
stare through eyes
Of mist. No longer
There. Nothing - Just an
Stop this living hell
©SJ Dawson author 2021