Departed

Gone as the colors faded
The cold clouds departed
Cast in shadows is the darkness
Where no mind rests as much as death

Where have all the rainbows gone
When morning weeps like tears
As black as blue becomes
So becomes life without you
As gray as day becomes night
I’m begging you to come home
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Posted: Jul 2020
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Missing someone…..

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godsprincessonline today!
Aww....So sad. Take care - it takes time. Be gentle with yourself.

Kathy sad flower
salamuna
Chris, I hope someone you miss will come home. Lilywave
Happychatty1online today!
A powerful emotive poem that describes the power of love and the pain off loss very well Chris wish you peace and comfort, sending a big HUG
hug sad flower teddybear
southmiami4321online today!
You never know when a departure becomes an arrival. Don't let sadness cover your sky. The storm will pass and sunshine will light again. Thanks for sharing. SM teddybear
LaFonda
If I find someone, I'll never let him go.

There will be no departed for me.
Abby1963
Sad yet a heart felt poem . hug
niah9
Such a powerful write written with so much feeling........Kathy NZhug
Yankee4you
Kathy, We are surrounded by shards of old bones, pottery, sea glass...... remnants of lives come and gone....and yet seldom do we even notice or acknowledge their presence. When I was a teenager I was fascinated with the world of Archeology, especially ancient shipwrecks.
niah9
Hi Yankee.....You'd love the Hokianga. It's a shallow harbour with sand bars stopping any boats/ships entering unless suitable in shallow water, but once in the 1800's there was a boat builders there, using the Kauri trees floated down from the local forest as Henry the 8th used oak trees floated to a spot on the Thames where his naval ships were built.
I have a special bond with the area but like the rest of west coast of NZ, many ships became wrecks.
Raised on the Thames I realised the link with the town a few miles from where I was raised, but from a seafarer family I recall the Goodwin Sands history and wrecks. I do of course write social history. Kathy wave
BrighterdayZ
Writing allows one to express themselves through the written word. This is a great way to release pent up emotion ...They may be gone, but do live in our hearts...(loved ones)::cheers:
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