robinson michael

The Part Of Me That Left - Poem by robinson michael

The one so dear to me
the one who has part of me
whose smile is like a noon sun
sticky image like mud
parted from me

The 'bye' that i belched
pressed a fright in me
will my face ever,
puke apill of pain?
will my two hands,
get in hold of relief,
right from her back
as her hands petting my back?
will my soul then
gyrate in a heaven,
having just her and me?

Comments about The Part Of Me That Left by robinson michael

  • (12/8/2011 7:43:00 AM)

    omg! This is a fine piece, Robinson. It can be very painful when we lose that special part of us. So well written and well worded. Well done. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/8/2011 6:40:00 AM)

    I like this poem Robinson and I can relate to the pain in it, of being separated from your loved one, so well expressed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

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