If time heals all wounds when does the clock start
for some injuries aren't known until after the dark
we always believe there will be plenty time to discover
but we are naive to think that we will have until forever
how does one measure the loss of the unknown
when what is missing is a loved one never known
but how does one even know when they are injured
when they are blinded by the truth, unable to see inward
often a loss so great will be discovered by another
how and when to share we may leave to some other
how does one measure the loss of the unknown
when what is missing is a loved one never known
the wound may remain deep, hidden under forever
or it may rise to the surface, a slow burning ember
some wounds heal nicely with barely a visible scar
others fester forever like a slow burning cigar
how does one measure the loss of the unknown
when what is missing is a loved one never known
~ j.t. Baruch
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"A loved one never known"
PoetryA poem written after the untimely loss of my Son's birth father and half brother.
