(Being 44)
I don’t know
Neither do you nor the dog
Perhaps the dog knows
You work away
I spend my days
torturing myself
Lost in the lack of you
Lack of me
Something is amiss
I feel guilty
You have acquired
another lost soul
Tears stain our time
I’m raging inside
a slow deep burn
Detached from reality
I cannot see a future
I live in fear of loss
I want to smoke again
I need a prop
To ground me
I have failed
My mouth won’t open
I can’t see behind your eyes
A very powerful exploration of common emotions and individual pain. It feels like peeking into the window of your soul. Lovely!
THANK YOU – VERY MUCH
I agree with Siobhan! Powerful and poignant piece…
thank you
IT WAS TOUGH TO WRITE
I love the last stanza here. What a great way to close.
SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT
This feels beautifully raw, real, and relatable. Thank you for sharing this!