I Lost Him

I Lost Him

I've seen the world
been with many men
had my share of flavors
lifes been good 
very good at times
I've seen the pent house
and ghettos 
the rose gardens
and railroad tracks
the beaches
and low rises 
I've seen it all
I've
had my ups and downs
I don't lie
I've been
with governors and lowlifes
with church bells and vices
the laughter and tears
there were many good memories
many 
to save and to take back
and to take from my life
to take
snap shots dear to my heart
lifes been good
very good at times
the worst day of my life, though
was many years ago on Christmas day
I was at home for the holidays
with innocence and good cheer
in my heart, 
yet
in my innocence
at trusting life and mankind
and blind faith
to what now proves to my detriment
yes
when someone uprooted my life
like black bears running down river
tearing me apart again and again
when somebody broke into my life
somebody
and stole
my love, my heart
my only joy, a part of me
my parrot, 
my one and only true love
I cried that Christmas day
tears of pain and sorrow
so uncontrollably, 
unconditionally
my parrot, my parrot forever gone
oppressed
suppressed in voice 
lifted from my spirits
from thieves in the night,
like black bears ripping me apart,
again and again
I cried that Christmas day
and nobody understood
my parrot was gone
for good
nobody could understand
and nobody helped me
look
to see the light
in my time of need
my parrot stolen from my heart
I shake, now, with sorrow
and
since that dark day 
the darkest day of my life
I vowed to make it up,
yes I do
to my beloved 
parrot

connie pachecho

December 26. 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Vinson Avatar
December 30, 2016 at 7:37 PM
I like it, Connie. : ) Cheers, Doug.
Vinson Avatar
April 15, 2017 at 12:53 AM
No, not a real parrot. But there's something really real there.
Pachecho Avatar
January 14, 2017 at 10:49 AM
did you think i was writing about a real parrot? or an incident that happened.? again it was cryptic. to avoid black bears.
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