Empty, stretched thin
like the next hurt will tear
Disconnected and alone
invisible...as air
Living life from afar
detached from effect
and from cause
Haunted by the thought
that nothing matters
That when I'm gone
time and the Cosmos
will not pause
Will all that was said and done
be lost?
Broken, distracted
misty eyed and dejected
Wanting to fight back
but, at what cost?
Exposed and vulnerable
scared and about to give up
Beaten and bruised
without friends or hope
Where are You?
Where are You?
I hurt
You're not there
Looking for You
Listening for You
I need You
You're not there
Waiting...
This has been shared at L.L. Barkat's
Ah, Kim.
ReplyDeleteI like the "ing's" in the end stanza. A kind of singing, in its way. Perhaps a dirge.
L.L., You know, I didn't even realize I did that with the "ings"? And, yes a dirge. Definitely a dirge.
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ReplyDeleteGem (your name shall remain unchanged to protect the innocent!) I am OK! I did have a tinge of these feelings this week. I have definitely fully felt these things in the past. And, I know others who have as well. I wanted to challenge myself to write a poem and this is the result!
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