I trudge and I toil but the words have all gone
I search passions, desires, but still there are none
I scour the faces that ignite my feeling
But the words have all withered like paint slowly peeling
Maybe some miseries achieve no relief
Through pointless and empty expressions of grief
A hole in my heart to endure forever
My own, my personal storm to weather
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Author:
jenny.g (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2024 15:48
- Comment from author about the poem: When words just don’t cut it ( but we still try).
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A nicely written poem, tinged with sadness and emptiness, if applying to the author, i hope things get better
Thank you very much
You are very welcome
I relate. When I feel like that, the words will not play ball. I hope any storm you are
enduring passes soon.
Thank you and thanks for your beautiful poem Legacy
You are very welcome 🙂
I recognize a few things here and have had a period of what I call numbness where no emotion seems to appear … I feel like it’s recovery after a trauma, for me, but I hope you get to feel positive emotions and many!
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