Truly Missed

 

Truly Missed

 

The wind whistles a melody

To me

Of an untold destiny

As I knocks around the chimes

I think of the times

Of when I had you in my arms

But I released you

Now I am in harms

Way, and not a day

Goes by

That I don’t think of the first day we exchanged “hi”

And the last time we said “bye”

Why?

Must my heart feel the pain of a thousand slaves

Casting a shadow over my brightest days

Has me thinking in ways

That may make you think I’m trying to hide

A suicide

Because after every daydream

I collide with reality

It saddens me

Every time

I think of a rhyme

To elaborate on what was once mine

As I grab another tissue

I blow out and wipe away every issue

Because damn I miss you

I miss love

Reviews

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Must my heart feel the pain of a thousand slaves
Casting a shadow over my brightest days
Has me thinking in ways
That may make you think I'm trying to hide
A suicide
Because after every daydreamI
collide with reality

Such a wonderful write here, Very well expressed adn with such emotion.

[lauren emily]

Wow..this is very good! I love the way everything flows.

Great job,
Lauren

[S.J.Moore]

I loved it as always...
Which isn't much of a surprise.
But it was great.
I love how you use the metaphor of the thousand slaves.
It was touching and brilliant.
I miss your writing so.
-S.J. Moore

[Poeticpiers]

enjoyed the smooth flow good use of enjambment. An old story retold in a different way