Lost Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Silently, I call out his name,
in frustration of the emptiness,
dark hole in this heart of mine.
Where are you, I gasped
I feel like, million pieces
of supernovas shooting
Across the galaxy with no
point of reference.
I am nothing more
than a gigantic phantom,
swaying, drifting in the
dense atmosphere of the
seething primordial seas.
Wake up, I cried as tears
rolling down my cheeks.
Shaking off the paralytic fears
that hold the promise
of what I will become.
A human being.