"Lost" written as a Dinggedicht, or object poem
I can't think of a better way
Blessed? be the tie that binds
Letting go of the memories
Warm as the sunshine...
As bright as day you led the way— My path, your spark, found in the dark....
My other brother stuck some yuck in you know where
And of some, have compassion, making a difference.
Before we can forgive the faults in others, we have to forgive the faults in ourselves.
But he left me standing there alone, for he knows not how to wait.