Treasure Island

Anthony Combs

(9-17-1997 / Ann Arbor, Michigan)

My Missing Love


Death is coming
Death is Here
Death cut my Soul in half
Death took my Love
I cried... Someone Help Me! ! !
No-one heard me.
Now all I have is Pain, Hate, and Loneliness.
My Love, I am Looking for you.
I looked down and then up
and there was my Love!
I found You!
Then my love returned
My soul and heart was full again.

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2008
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  • Pat Roeske (4/21/2008 4:45:00 PM)

    very nice Anthony. Well thought out. Can't wait to read your next one. Aunt Patty: -) (Report) Reply

  • Angela Combs (4/17/2008 12:47:00 AM)

    A very deep and meaningful poem for such a young boy..
    Just goes to show you there is no age limit when it comes to
    a brilliant mind. Keep using your talents (Report) Reply

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