Rift

Type of poem: Tanka Topic: Separation POEM 2 TORN Into pieces like crystals so delicate, that were dropped on the floor by careless souls who didn't care, forgotten and left to ROT If I tried to hide what I felt from within me, from the rest of them? No, that's a horrid idea. Ma told me to express my THOUGHTS My mind is empty. No joys, no nothings. I can't, keep holding my breath. They know, they do, they ignore. The only thing left is a RIFT Distanced friendship, our torn relationship, I yearn to see you again. But until then, go play with them. Someday, I'll see you again.