INCOMPLETE
Incomplete
Nothing is complete, it feels empty.
It starts from a bit then turns into plenty.
why this happens?I have no words to tell.
Is this my mind or some kind of spell?
I search for the missing part yet I can’t find.
Thinking so much messes up my mind.
It maybe someone or thing, I don’t posses.
Crying or searching doesn’t make it any less.
It seems to be clear what the missing part is,
it’s the freindship I lost and which I now miss.
(2011)
This is the first poem I wrote after a long time.
I wrote this even before I wrote ISN'T IT OBVIOUS .
So this is really old.
Enjoy Reading.
