meaning is derived from what affects us, and hovers around objects that the emotion left long ago
this is why we read obsolete poetry, and assign to it our own dry calculations
even if we no longer feel
what we claim such words inspire
when you read this
a moment of thought,
suspended on paper
can you feel the frustration,
thick and heavy
hanging over your head like a dead leaf of mistletoe,
left over and unclaimed
in the heat of the summer?
i doubt you can
though you may
cling to empathy
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poezjabasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
