Gone.

Tiny little poem for the contest, Death.

 

My meaning, my life, my soul..

Gone.

My love, my friend, my reason for existence..

Gone.

My joy, my laughter, my passion..

Gone.

With this blade, cutting, tearing, bleeding..

Gone.

Reviews

[Estella Ames]

I wrote a poem very similar to this. Im new, so its not up yet, but it'll be when im not too lazy to type it out. But, otherwise, its an awesome poem, and it doesnt have to be long to be great and meaningful. So, keep writing, so i can keep reading and reviewing. :)
~ Estella