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Rena

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1 poem·Since April 2013
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Missing piece

April 19, 2013
The sky is no longer blue, the sun only comes out when the mood is right, and my days are no longer shinning they are more night. I am like a puzzle that is missing the last piece, it is nowhere to be found, and my heart is locked up in a dark room without any sound. I stare out in the distance looking for a light, a strong wind comes and pushes me the opposite way, away from what could have been a beautiful sight. I dare not show tears for they will think i am weak, where is the last piece of the puzzle? that piece is what i must seak. There is a big, dark hole with nothing inside, i never knew one important thing in life would be hard to find. I am the moon but without the stars in the sky, the questions i continue to ask are what? when? and why?. My life is incomplete, no love surrounds me, must my eyes open so that the light can shine and i will see. No gifts, no ring, no smiles, it seems as if i have been walking a thousand miles. My heart frowns when will i see the light of day? The last piece is still lost but, even in the impossible there is always a way.
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