Poetry submitted by Sarah S. on Friday, April 08, 2005 at 7:57AM :

Rubble

It sits in piles
In the hollows of my heart
It haunts the deep,
The cold and dark
It sits in fragments
Not put together
The pieces scattered
To gather never
They make up my grief
They describe my pain
My broken heart
Never fixed again
A man created
In God’s own eye
Left this Earth
And I question why
One day I will begin
To pick up each piece
I will sift through them slowly
And they’ll find their release
With their freedom
Knowledge will come
Emotions will soften
The pain not so strong
But for now the pile
Sits in my heart
Mine left broken
Because we are apart.

April 8, 2005