My missing piece

My missing piece

A Poem by Rhine Wolf
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one of my older poems that i wrote about a year ago.

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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 Wolf


Author's Note

Rhine Wolf
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.

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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

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rhine Wolf
Rhine Wolf

Johannesburg, Heathen, South Africa



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