SNATCHED

And if you asked me
what happened,
I wouldn't know.

I'm never there
when it happens,
like an absentee
landlord.

I'm always there
after the fact,
trying to figure out
what went wrong.

Cutting
through the fog.
A fog,
thick and clear.
And leaps over gaps,
I can never fill.

And left a hostage
until the mind
releases its hold.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the struggle in the words. Sometime we get lost and we forever gone. Can a wanting hostage see freedom? Thank you Rene for sharing the amazing poetry. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Coyote