My missing pieceA Poem by Rhine Wolfone 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!
© 2008 Rhine WolfAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2008AuthorRhine WolfJohannesburg, Heathen, South AfricaAboutHi, my name is Fallon. I am a husband, a father, a brother to many, an uncle to a few and a son. I love to write poems and a story here and there. So check them out and please do give me feed back a.. more..Writing
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