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Three Years
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I feel like I should do something,
Make something,
Anything,
Just do it for him.
But somehow,
Somewhere,
I can't.
My paper is empty; my pen is motionless,
No words come,
Have I simply lost
those
sad
feelings
that compelled me to write
so long ago?
Or is it because,
In all the world,
There are no words,
to express
how I feel?
How the whole world feels?
How they feel?
How
do
we
feel
when
the
stars
are
gone?
...
Nothing.
We feel nothing.
The grief comes only later,
dull and aching sorrow,
Then fades away,
into nothing
more
than
longing.
Make something,
Anything,
Just do it for him.
But somehow,
Somewhere,
I can't.
My paper is empty; my pen is motionless,
No words come,
Have I simply lost
those
sad
feelings
that compelled me to write
so long ago?
Or is it because,
In all the world,
There are no words,
to express
how I feel?
How the whole world feels?
How they feel?
How
do
we
feel
when
the
stars
are
gone?
...
Nothing.
We feel nothing.
The grief comes only later,
dull and aching sorrow,
Then fades away,
into nothing
more
than
longing.
A poem I had meant to post on June 29, but forgot about.
© 2012 - 2024 TaliHahn
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