What Has Been Missed

I once thought that I was lost,

So I held onto what I found—

A beating heart and blood so thick

I had forgotten how to talk.

You gave the carbon copy,

Of a life filled with regret—

And I hated myself for feeling,

So I broke the path last night.

Now I’m built from solid stone,

No joy, sadness, longing or regret.

No limbs, heart, eyes or face—

Just veins that are filled with sand.

I once though I found the world,

And so I stopped searching—

Now I see what I had missed;

I see what a fool I have been.

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com