At a Loss
Where is the breeze
that normally carries
me away with a coolness
and a sense of safety?
Where is the sunshine
that typically starts
my waking day
with a sense of hope?
Where is the river
that so often quenches
my ever dry thirst
with its wetness?
Please someone
tell me where
they have gone,
for I cannot cope.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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