Last Pieces

Emi

Here I stand

A girl unwillingly brought

Here to the Disregard Wasteland

Teachings of love and affection untaught

As I tremble in fearful apprehension

You walk smiling towards me

Releasing all my tension

Showing me what I could be

Loved and part of a family

That cares and smiles

Able to look thankfully

Upon me without any sign of denial

Connecting the last two pieces

 Of the puzzle that is my meaning:

My hand and yours

 

  • Author: Emi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2011 11:17
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 55
  • Users favorite of this poem: dbremner, Cheeky Missy, Anna
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  • dbremner

    Very well written with some really good individual lines. I really like the term 'Disregard Wasteland'. You paint the whole scene well.

  • Cheeky Missy

    Fascinating, with a beautifully sweet conclusion. How, though, if brought to the "Disregard Wasteland" does she meet a saviour....or is it rather that his hand in hers, the "last pieces" of the puzzle as you so well put it, offering the love and family, delivers her out of the "Disregard Wasteland"? The verbal image was very well drawn with your symbolism. Lovely, I enjoyed it.

  • Anna

    SNIFF SNIFF

    It's all so SWEET~~~~



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