My missing piece

one of my older poems that i wrote about a year ago.

 

I walk though this mist,

So cold, so lost,

Searching for the piece,

To fill the emptiness.

 

I am blinded by my loss,

The piece that I did not toss,

The piece of me that fits,

I suspect lies in your fist.

 

Did you take it out of spite?

Do you think he is not rite?

The piece of me you hold.

Without it, I will fold!

 

What you hold in you hand,

Is not a clump of sand,

It is the piece of my soul,

The piece to make us whole!

Author's Note

This was written as a request, it speaks of the lost we feel when we have a rift, be it in a family or amongst friends.

Reviews

[poetic soul]

What you hold in you hand,
Is not a clump of sand,
It is the piece of my soul,
The piece to make us whole!

jus simply "WOW"!!!!

:) Smiles,
Poetic Soul

[Tazdevil]

This was a heart felt one and i believe that if there is a rift amoungst people who ever it maybe it can fester unless resolved, i can sense that you did loose a piece of yourself and i hope that in time the mist will lift and you will be able to be whole again.

[Bear]

Those rifts, may we not suffer from many of them; for it takes forever for the pain to lessen, the memories and emotions never completely fade away. This was written by request? WOW, well done!!
Sallie Bear