As you can see I have never really gotten in to poetry but I thought I might give it a try...

My spirit is a floating mist in the wind
A flame blown out
A river with no water
A frame without a picture
A ocean without waves
A flower without petals
A forest with no trees
A book, with the pages ripped out
A scabbard with no sword
It is something, worth nothing
But it still is
I might as well let it die
I have been holding on for no reason
But I just can’t
I am still hoping something
Or someone can heal it
Hoping…praying
That someone can do something
And stop my suffering

Feed back is welcome wether good or bad.

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel