You should be here,
but you’re just a thought in my head.
You should be the biggest part of my heart,
but instead that place is dead.
You should be the tree,
that stands so strong and tall,
Instead you’re the hidden bit of branch,
over which i fall.
You are the part of me thats missing
Dirty Grey and black.
You are all the things that make me me,
In all the ways i lack.
© Terri Michelle Roberts 2008-2013
Todays featured poem comes from Terri Michelle Roberts. To us, this piece talks about absence, loss and the effect it can have on someone’s life. This is cathartic writing at it’s best, with a good use of metaphor, in a familiar way, but with a slight twist. Share your thoughts below.