Anger
I know I was mad when it happened.
I hated it. Truly hated.
Nothing like that have I felt since then,
I was the one who created it.
It's only what I feel.
So why do you care?
You try to make up that
They are still there.
I truly believe you.
I really do.
But it's your world, not mine.
To the universe I'm true.
I don't need you to release them.
They've already lived their life.
But if you bring them back, I fear
You'll only cause them strife.
People only live
Until they've served their purpose.
I have come to realize that
They already served theirs.
What is is? you ask,
And what it was this be:
They left me there for
Me to become me.
I know you're only trying to help,
I don't think you see
That things just are the way they are;
They're what they're meant to be.
They were my siblings.
Not yours, but mine.
You just can't see how
Things are in my eyes.
It's only what I feel.
So why do you care?
You try to make up that
They are still there.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
