The Struggle of the Missing Piece

Submitted by Sarah Liz on Fri, 02/12/2016 - 23:59

Staring blankly into the starlight
Yearningly, longingly, tearfully.
Watching the moon meander ‘cross the sky,
I’m thinking and dreaming of you.

Insomnia’s got a hold on me
ADD’s been hounding me
My brain is playing tricks on me
Sweating, striving, pushing.

You’re there—I know you’re there
But who are you, which one?
Darkness shrouds my forward vision
I squint—and stare in vain.

When my crazy brain’s in order
It plays a broken record
I don’t know what or why or how
But you’re on it, that’s for sure.

Author's age when written

This poem is meant to be a poetic reflection on the struggles that myself and many other young adults face.


Very nice! The rhythm seems just right, except the very last line feels like it needs one or two more syllables to flow better. Just a thought. :)
This is pretty relatable! I remember feeling like that lots of times. Thankfully not anymore. :)

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.