your roots have been
ripped out of me
there are jagged holes
where they used to

it looks so empty and bare;
my heart.

i keep falling
into the holes

i'm lost, lost, lost;
without you
wildf1ower wildf1ower
26-30, F
1 Response Sep 10, 2012

The imagery in your poem was excellent, thank you.

no, thank you!