Gone.

im taking a creative writting course this semester and i am doing some studying on poetry as well. i am really enjoying this class even though it is roughly the begining of my second week, i think it just might be my favorite. well i simply wanted to share one of my personal poems today.

Gone

Shivering from the brisk black night

She stared in the distance with eyes filled with fright

Could it be, was it really true?

All that was left was and old torn shoe

Pain began to trickle down her spine

Like broken glass he was no longer mine.