Half Poem by Mark Hopwood

Like the Bullet without the Gun
Like the Fair without the fun
Like the Sky without the Sun
Like the leaves without the trees
Like the wind without the breeze
Like the cure without the disease.
Like the Water without the river
Like the Arrows without the quiver
Like the shakes without the shiver
Like the heart without the soul
Like the key without the keyhole
Like the ambition without the goal.
Like the thirst without the drink
Like the chain without the link
Like the pen without the ink
Like the clock without the time
Like the criminal without the crime
Like the song without the rhyme,
Thats what it's like to be alone.