This is a poem, about the loss of my mom. How do you like it? Any suggestions? Do you think it could win me a contest?
As true as the ocean blue, I look into my heart and see you.
You stare at me, with eyes full of tears, I cry too, out of love and fear.
My body is bursting with happiness and love.
This is better than all the above.
I try and hold onto your precious soul, my body trembles cold at the mere thought of losing you
I hold on cry tighten my grip in a hopeful effort of not losing you.
I then finally fall to the ground.
Away you go to the place of streets of gold.
I stand there in absolute shock.
Your gone.
I hold onto myself from the outside, but inside I quiver at the sound of your name.
Strong, I go on my life heartbroken for you
I still have the memories, and pictures collecting dust in the frames.
I still freeze when somebody calls your name.
I survive, hold my head high.
Because I know that’s what would make you happy.
I make it the best I can in this scary place without you.
Oh how I wish you were here.
People laugh and talk, but I sit there in shock as I push myself into the thought of you.
I look inside my mind, glancing at my mental image of you smiling and fine.
As true as the ocean blue, I look into my heart and see you.
You stare at me, with eyes full of tears, I cry too, out of love and fear.
My body is bursting with happiness and love.
This is better than all the above.
I try and hold onto your precious soul, my body trembles cold at the mere thought of losing you
I hold on cry tighten my grip in a hopeful effort of not losing you.
I then finally fall to the ground.
Away you go to the place of streets of gold.
I stand there in absolute shock.
Your gone.
I hold onto myself from the outside, but inside I quiver at the sound of your name.
Strong, I go on my life heartbroken for you
I still have the memories, and pictures collecting dust in the frames.
I still freeze when somebody calls your name.
I survive, hold my head high.
Because I know that’s what would make you happy.
I make it the best I can in this scary place without you.
Oh how I wish you were here.
People laugh and talk, but I sit there in shock as I push myself into the thought of you.
I look inside my mind, glancing at my mental image of you smiling and fine.