A presence can heal more
Than calculated schedules I wait for
For what I know is missing
For what you don’t see enough
It is cruel to hope and accept
All, at the same time
The reality of your absence
From your place, all the way to mine
Maybe you are not here
‘Cz maybe you don’t choose to be
While trying not to compensate
I look for the math to set me free.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hate math.
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Comments1
A most interesting write math being considered the peak of logic and philosophy. Well written
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