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The Lost Day
by A Serviceable Villain → (All Poetry by A Serviceable Villain)
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'a day that was wiped cleaned'

What day was that? Who laid it to rest? You know, the one I could not find. Did a dark angel steal it away from me while my back was turned? What will it take next? Probably my last breath! Could this be the face of things to come? God help me, I'm all confused. Who would be so unblessed That they would have awoken one morning in a day that was wiped cleaned - erased? To have no memories left behind - placed somewhere in a darkened hollow; to lose twenty-four hours forever. I will never take things for granite again as somehow I had aged - more liver spots on my hands and fingers. Now it's the dead of night a day later - trying like hell to hold on while the important things in life slip away. I find myself looking across an empty room, void of all material things - doesn't really matter though. Then through my window I saw a bright white light - a messenger sent from God I knew then all was right again! '2008' RLS

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 1, 2009

The ending of your write is like waking up from a nightmare... ...such a blessed relief. Thank you, Lance.

Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on December 23, 2008

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!! HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on December 22, 2008

He will comfort us in our times of need. A very humble writing.

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

An excellent and well written poem.I especially like the ending of your poem.take care of yourself.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Happy Endings are indeed, wondrous!

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on December 21, 2008

Wow, a beauty from within your mind expressed with brilliance. How sad when we get to a point that we begin to literally lose time and piece by piece our memories fade. A distinct sad overtone runs throughout as a reminder perhaps of what is yet to come...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Lance,
This poem reminded me of the years I worked in a nursing home. So many minds erased, not only one day but YEARS wiped clean. Alzheimers is such a sad, lonely illness. It robs, it takes away, it steals beautiful memories and all thats left is a mask, a hollow shell.

Powerful writing, my friend.

Blessings and huggggs,
~Linda

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Chilling write, Lance; powerfully penned! Very well done; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Scary thoughts in this...thank goodness its only one day. My step-mother no longer remembers me or her past at all. She just sits and stares, its so sad. Keep writing my friend for that was just a stress day nothing more. You are fine, your writes tell me so. God bless and thank goodness he's showing you the light. Love and hugs, Bonnie