No metaphor, no unusual feeling
A lot of questions with my heartbeat beating
I don't really know what to think
But you pop out, and my mind starts thinking
And it wasn't the best thought, to be honest
I don't think you would've liked it
But it's not the first, it won't be the last
I was hurt, and time doesn't last
I really am speechless
With my thoughts
And I don't have a feeling on the spot
Or repetitive feelings
But I see red and blue
And read the word underway
And I find thoughts unlocking each passing day
But
I have no metaphor for this one
And no unusual feelings
Just a pen and paper
Collecting my tears
And reminders of you in my view
With every waking
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Author:
A.N. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've been in a writing slump because I've been busy and haven't had a chance to write. I've been doing some free writes to open my ears a bit and understand some things to write about. It sounds weird, but the process never fails. I hope you find something in this weird free write.
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Comments2
Well done. A.N.
Thank you
Very welcome
There is something very honest about how unfiltered this feels. No attempt to make the pain prettier, just thoughts, memories, and questions as they come. The simplicity makes the emotion feel even more real.
Thank you
You are welcome.
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