The Lost Half

by the Maniac Assassin

It goes from person
to person... searching
their soul
     for the rest of
itself to make it whole
     It drifts now and
then sometimes thinking
it has met its match
     but really hasnít
And then thereís the day
     Where it may find
the other half. They
lock each other together
and throw away the key
to be heard from again
     because they are off
     together in harmony.

(This poem was paired with this acrylic artwork by Christy Cowden.)

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