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Joel Johnson
Poems
Feb 2016
Wherefore
Somedays I wonder
where it all went
and what it was all for.
All is lost
if the last sign is a man
seated by the wayside
drifting with the wind;
aimless, and without cause.
Where would he have gone
had he not lost his way?
Where else,
and how far am I behind?
It is all fleeting,
every moment,
every gaze.
Away from me,
away from haste.
I stand for nothing,
but there it is steadily departing,
and all I see is a mission.
Acceptable,
but without certain nothingness,
there is no hope.
Such times as these lay wasting,
draining away
on childhood ambition
and frivolity.
What more
and what pain remains
is only a moment for all else to dream,
sweetly.
Written by
Joel Johnson
Connecticut
(Connecticut)
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