Poetry By A 6th Grader

Alone

(6th) - recent

Without my love, I travel a lonely path.
A path to a new me and a feeling that a half of me is missing. A missing piece in my heart cut out by the one I love. A thousand shards scattered across the area of my death, where I mourn what I've lost. There's no more but myself and the pain, still I drag my feet across this earth. But is it earth any more, or is it hell?

It feels like hell wherever I walk without my love. The smell of fear lingering in the air, shadows of memories with laughter and joy.

But the shadows dissapears into dust, as more shards turn dull. Worn out and rough from the feeling. The edges of others hearts pierce mine, the pain of what I've done screaming at me along with it.
The sorrow of what happened wailing as I try my best to process the grief.

The grief of losing him and everyone else.

The feeling of being alone.