October 1, 2016 8:49pm
Poem
Why? why is it I feel like this?
A story that could bring others to tears
brings nothing more that lingering sadness
no tears to help me depart of this
not even one single, lingering tear
Just, sadness? or melancholy? sorrow? despair?
And it's not just this single story
there are happy ones, angry ones, even jealous ones
yet the emotions they bring are dull at best
slight pricks at my heart, which seems to have dulled itself
why is it only when I'm tired to a point of breaking,
that I seem to be able to let myself go
to be able to laugh with pure joy
or sob with undefined passion
I don't want to be this way
stuck with mild emotions and unfinished creativity
I wish with all my heart that either I or someone else
a person of my wildest imaginations
could finally pull me out of this dream of black and white
and I could finally experience things fully
with all of my heart and mind
but it is someone else I really need?
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