Missing Pieces

 Author's Note: This is a poem I wrote about my mom being gone for almost 2 months now. I started working on it yesterday, which was kind of a downer day, so I wanted to write something sad. The form of this poem is kind of new for me, but I hope you enjoy it! P.S, check out my piece below this one, I'm trying out a new format, so see if you like it!

Texts, Calls

Words on screens

No footsteps of yours

Ringtones.

No, We

Half empty bed

No shoes in the hall

Space.

Sad, Sighs

Gathering dust

No car in the front

Shadows.

Wait, Wait

Hundreds of clocks

No releif to be found

Help.

Here

 Author's Note: This is a piece I found while looking through my past journal entries. Of course, I have revised it quite a bit, by changing a lot of the lines, and switching it from a robert frost like layout to a kind of funnel layout. I wanted to use that because the theme of this piece is very mysterious, and kind of depressing, so I wanted the reader to get kind of excited and into it by reading less and less every line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

The heat captures me in it's sticky grasp

The back of my arms, legs, neck, burn from the black gravel

My eyes stare at the stretch of blue sky, and white clouds as it blurs together

The ground beneath me vibrates a small, pulsing  rhythm, over, and over

Thousands of ripples, growing larger until I can hear a distant engine

Its big, I can feel how the massive weight of it shakes the ground

Appearing in the distance, I do not need to look, for I know

Its speed maintains, a bull charging toward a rep cape

But I'm no red cape, I'm gray, barely noticable

The fumes fill my nose, numb my body

Its giant shadow sweeps over me

I do not flinch, I wait

And after it's over

I stay the same

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