The Poems of Learning and Knowing

Missed, Gone

This poem is dedicated to myself. It's been a year and how many days since my last update. I know people don't read my works, and it's okay. I just want to know how good I still am. I'm broke. I try not to be but I am. It's hurts, but I gotta try be better.

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It's the worst lose among all other

To find something die inside and live no longer

It's most tragic, not pain words could portray

It's inter-death what murders most, I can say

Infinite slumber and forever silence of the works

One could have been so proud of amid all that lurks

Oh, that pain it lurks; but not a million crafted words could give

The reason why that love inside had stopped to live

Worst is how I know it's of my own doings

That lead my own fall, so hard on the ground a-dusting

The things that made me who I am had fled

And might have found one better host, and there it held

I am who I no longer am, and from it I seem unable to flee

Just one small stick in the community

Just one so lone and below the ground while still alive

But, hear me please, lend me back what so

I had before

Before my world started to shatter, please help me as a whole to live.

- Dazia Joelle

~ I. Have to trust Myself I can Do better than this.