He was walking his dog in the park that day,
And paused by the fountain where the pigeons play,
There he fell and then vanished without a trace,
Leaving his dog to bark at his empty space.
The police searched all over for him in vain,
His family was drowned in sorrow and pain,
No one knew exactly what happened to him,
The chances of finding him were pretty slim.
After seven years all hope began to fade,
For everyone thought that he was really dead,
Suddenly he appeared at the place he fell,
Everyone was overjoyed he looked so well.
They were dismayed he couldn’t explain a thing,
He’d no memory at all of anything,
But one day he vanished once more in the rain,
And then this time he never came back again.
Every year hundreds of thousands of people all over the world disappear. Only a small percentage of them are found. This poem is partly factual and partly fiction with a slight accent on horror