Pieces

She gives it away

Trusting that it will be held tightly, cherished, and protected

But the more she gives the more they step away

They take it, leave it on the ground, and walk away

Sometimes they come back for it, but by then it's far too late

It has already began to rust like a piece of metal dissolved in acid rain

It is damaged, broken, used

She comes back for it

It is lacking

Diminished, faded, weakened

Pieces have been chipped away that will never return

Gone with the wind and the oceans and into the Earth...

Author's Note

I've never written poetry before, but I have so much on my mind and thought this would be a good way to express myself. If I'm any good I hope to maybe get serious about it. Let me know what you think

Reviews

[Pax]

You are really good my friend...

here I see a piece of you, or that's always I thought whenever I read poetry such as this. Because I believed that ever poetry that is pen down is a fragment of us, the us who is expressing the baggages we carry all the time.

"the more she gives the more they step away"

This piece feels like you keep on giving and giving, and all in the end you bacame "damaged, broken, used,It is lacking, Diminished, faded, weakened" ~ increably sad... with no light in the end...

keep expressing those thoughts, your doing good, keep it up!

[mystiqueavi009]

it is good. ..keep it up....