Something's Missing

Wow!! So deep!! Really got me thinking...

I loved this poem also. The emotion in it is very deep. And it just really moved me almost to tears and that is good poetry when someone is moved by what u write. Nice job.

I am at loss, of words, and i loved larrys comment which why I praised it, then thought that maybe you havent seen it yet, if thats the case then sorry, however
this is a piece of art, which am sure to nominate on tuesday when we are allowed to give new votes.
I love the way you worded , along with the similes that you have used, and just the way your words touched me was amazing too..

I love your simple title, cause no bet it interested me
5/5

Whether or not you meant to, this poem reflects the alienation endemic to this decade.
Let me back up, the poem is marvelous in its straight forward expression of loss of identity.

Something's missing
feeling incomplete
Parts of me that used to exist
seem to have vanished
^^^ the first stanza perfectly sets up the theme, but what is it that is missing? The best clue is that it used to exist. In your context, your life is likely undergoing intense changes, such that old ways of relating to the world have gone away.

Searching for an unknown
unaware of the location
Where can one find
empty nothings?
^^^ Yet you have not yet established new patterns that will bring you forward to adulthood. "empty nothings' indicate the impossible task of imagining what you have not yet experienced.

Powerless and weak
like a broken tree
A nobody's soul is lost
yet nobody cares
^^^ This stanza goes beyond the plaintiff discovery that you are missing your old identity, this is the angst of nihilism, a precursor to alienation. It expresses you are alone in this world and not sure if anyone is out there who can help you find your ground; perhaps even, that it is not even to be expected.

but the bees are busy
with their daily routines
^^^ This simile could be developed all the way through the poem - it's perfect for your theme.

something that used to be mine
...
like finding the burnt remains of a fire
^^^ Do you know how honey is gathered from a bee hive?

The days add up
and the longing grows
Something's missing
until I find it, I will always be incomplete.
^^^ Alright, I've avoided any talk of beats but here I think you should consider beat count after all. Wonderful poem, even without a consistent beat.

Good poem. Love the emotion, which theres a lot. My fav line is "Attempting to find
something that used to be mine
lack of help and clues
like finding the burnt remains of a fire"
pretty sad poem.