Saturday, December 3, 2016

Terrible Cost

         Terrible Cost

In a creek bottom years ago,
Adventures, so much to explore.
Just a boy, naively so,
Memories learned to ignore.

Curiosity lost within soul,
Kill the memory kill the pain,
Life fragmented, not whole,
Frostbite's agony as life regain.

In the creek free from all,
Solace even though already shards.
Before knew broken already called,
Deception of innocence when already marred.

At the creek was safe,
Days filled with fishing and forts.
Time exposes what must face,
Lost memories need a port.

Scars that leave mark unseen,
Body tense though memories lost.
Truth washes away all unclean,
Paid a terrible cost.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-272)

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