Not Letting Go…The Lost and the Man

Utah JayStarred Page By Utah Jay, 31st Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/28u-3m7t/
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This is about that story we hear on the news and we just cannot understand how it happens.

Not Letting Go…The Lost and the Man


Not Letting Go…The Lost and the Man

A man
Who seems to be clinging
To the walls,
Like dust
Clings to a dirty window,

Motions to me with his hands.

I Just Stand There and Stare



I just stand there and stare.
He tells me he is lost.
He tells me he is looking for his aunt.
He tells me he has a question for me.
“Is your father Bill?”
He asks.

He tells me he is lost again.
I believe him this time.
He looks lost…Disheveled.

He Calls Me By My Name



He calls me by my name
I move closer
Wondering how he knows it.
I don’t know him.
I have never seen him.
He tells me he is lost again.
He says it one more time, my name,
Like I am someone he knows,

I'm Just a Boy


But I’m just a boy
On the street.
I step back, pretending not to hear him.
He tells me he is looking
For his Aunt’s house.
I look up at him.
I suspect
Something is wrong.

I suspect
That he is not lost at all,
But I am happy to point the way.
“It’s just down the street”
I say,
But I don’t know

And I feel bad for lying to him.

He Turns


He turns and looks
In the direction I pointed.
Then he turns towards me.
He has moved closer.
He takes me hard by the hand.
Leads me away.
As we go
I empty my pockets
Leaving a trail

To find my way back home,
Like Hansel did
When his step-father
Took him and his sister
To the forest.

I Am a Shadow


Now I am a shadow
Tumbled, like a tumbleweed
On the side of the road.
Tumbled down
In a desert ditch

The cactus needles
Poking into my sides
Like the tiny fingers
Of someone who is lost.

In the Murky Distance


In the murky distance
I hear cars passing.
I think it might be him
Coming back for me.

I try to hide, but I can’t move,
I can't see.

The Days Climb


The days climb
And fall into nothing…More sunshine…More rain…More dark.
Finally someone comes
And lifts me,
Like a broken toy,
But I am a boy
...I think.

Somewhere in the Falling Distance



Somewhere in the falling distance
I hear my mother crying.
I am just a boy,
But the sound of her tears frightens me
As the cactus needles
Fall from my bones
And weathered clothes,
Like tiny fingers
Letting go.

Words and pictures by uTAH jAY
From a story I heard on the news.

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Tags

A Man, A Man With A Motive, Fear, Fear Of The Dark, Fear Of The Unknown, Lost, Lost Civilization, Lost Hope, Lost Humanity, Lost Soul

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Retired
31st Mar 2015 (#)

Another talent-rich piece, with awesome pics, too! Thanks!

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author avatar Retired
31st Mar 2015 (#)

Very nice!

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author avatar Retired
1st Apr 2015 (#)

So sad.
Kidnapping is one thing we still havent figured out hw to stop nd prevent yet. And it hurts to see the mothers suffer mre when the children end up killed.

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author avatar Shamarie
1st Apr 2015 (#)

I love the raw emotions and tone of this piece, Utah Jay! You definitely know how to engage readers with your work. Congrats on the star page!!!

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author avatar Carol Roach
1st Apr 2015 (#)

You are so enlightened and intense. I love your work

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
1st Apr 2015 (#)

wonderful poetry and images dear Utah...blessings...

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author avatar spirited
1st Apr 2015 (#)

you have to let go of yourself in yourself I guess in order to find yourself ,

Lovely mix of words Utah Jay

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author avatar Utah Jay
1st Apr 2015 (#)

Thanks Jessica.

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author avatar Utah Jay
1st Apr 2015 (#)

Thank you Carmen.

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author avatar Utah Jay
1st Apr 2015 (#)

Thanks Shamarie.

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author avatar Utah Jay
1st Apr 2015 (#)

Thanks spirited, it is good not to be lost anymore.

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author avatar Kingwell
2nd Apr 2015 (#)

Your writing is amazing! You make everything so real. Blessings.

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