Gone

This is a poem I wrote about my dad based on a dream I had on consecutive nights about 15 years after he had died.

Gone

I ask him where he’s going, this dark and dismal night,

With skin as pale as snow, eyes wide through fear and fright,

But, onward, onward he does march, dark clouds are all around,

The smouldering black, the choking mists, absorbing every sound.

For minutes, hours, days and years, the darkness carries on,

I can no longer see him clearly, and ask “Where have you gone?”

But, once again, the sound’s not there,

I cry and choke back on a tear,

I will not, dare not, show my fear,

That all that I have held so dear,

Finally has gone.

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