You write to say you’ve heard what I have said, you hear
the feelings I continue to experience.
You have considered these things all so carefully.
Feelings?
Wounded. Weary. Cut. Confused. Contaminated.
Far more than simple feelings to be tidied up
and stored on the shelf under “inappropriate.”
Disappointment. Deep Distress. Scorn for Self. Regret
for signing away something I can’t have again…
a hard, cold fact I live with, no mere feeling state.
Feelings?
The raw reality of life as I have come
to know it leaves no room for feelings, only for
Numbness. Emptiness. Lack of Nothing. Everything.
I’ve vaguest recollection of how your kindness
saved me, of a friend who shrugged his shoulders and turned
against me, Broken. Bruised. Battered. Barely Breathing.
Feelings?
I write to say I’ve heard what you have said, I hear
the judgment cloaked in bafflement you would imply.
I have considered these things all so carefully.
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Feelings?
I love you, yes, my friend; but it’s far more than that
that lives and breathes inside of me, brings me back
to you, to feelings I cannot experience.
the anguish in these lines, Dawn.
You are a superb poet!
piece. Excellent work.
This one is so touching and the colors I loved the form and colors added to it...
Awesome poem.
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