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Feelings
by Alisa JsI try not to, but I can feel you
sitting there alone in your chair,
your favorite chair when you need to think
grab a reprieve,
yet the jabbering thoughts are relentless ...
circles the mind
some dangerously low,
you miss him, yet he's all around
she visits, too
the floor falls away
yet there you sit,
how to describe this emptiness
that gnaws and grates,
continuous ...
you know the answer
you always have, yet
there's something you want not to say
at least not this time,
and you're tortured
ravaged
disgusted
by what's happened here ...
a sensitive heart
pulls a sensitive soul
throw out the verbage,
not needed
careful with this tear
it one of the last ones left,
from this body who once knew how to feel ...
05/11/2007 Posted on 05/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/12/07 at 10:51 AM Beautiful ansgst Alisa. The last line seals this one with the reality of becoming numb to ever wanting to feel again cause it hurts so bad. Another of your cutting poetic styles. |
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