One day,
they are far gone.
The next,
even farther.
One day,
they will drift the furthest.
I have seen it
many times before.
One day
you are the closest you can be,
the next
they turn their back on you.
One will question
Why?
In the basic context of literacy.
And here I stand, still asking,
Why?
Why must I feel so far away
from knowledge,
and mere.. things..
They are already here
in the palm of my hand
and at the tips of my senses.
I know I knew,
why I felt nothing when I spoke to them,
why I felt gone,
the farthest from nothing,
gone.
But now I can't remember.
I wish I could stay gone with them,
drift away with no feelings
just thoughts.
But they have been away,
far longer than I am willing.
When you begin to drift,
farther
and farther,
not trusting,
nor believing
a word.
When you drift into the emotion of nothing-
that, is when you are gone.
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For the loved and the Damned | poems
PoesiaThis "novel" consists of my personal favorite poems I have written over the years. Some are calming, some are sad, and some contain love. Allow your imagination to help you see the beauty and story in my poetry. Happy reading! [These poems are compl...
