Where my hand reached back, the object was not there.I had no idea where it was or who had taken it.The moment was perplexing.I was not in the right mind to deal with this loss.My fingers curled into a fist.I wanted to punch something, anything, anyone.… Read on blog or Reader Pisaries Creator Read on blog or Reader Poem: Loss By Pisaries Creator on 08/31/2024 Where my hand reached back, the object was not there. I had no idea where it was or who had taken it. The moment was perplexing. I was not in the right mind to deal with this loss. My fingers curled into a fist. I wanted to punch something, anything, anyone. No one was around to take a blow. I expected more from this situation. This was a disappointment. I had not thought of the outcome. No way was the liquid or solid clear enough. I did not have the right tools. Finding the object was not an option. I was changing within myself. The arrows pointed south. I wanted to walk the opposite direction. No matter where I turned, the possibility was fuzzy. I dealt with loss before. Nothing had prepared me for this pain. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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