UNTITLED

DD.

For a while, I've been numb, perhaps in avoidance. 

Either way I have felt little passion to write, to be.

But right now, at this moment in time. I'd pray for the numbness.

Over the pain of a dream that can never be lived.

 

For what is supposed to bring joyment to live. 

Only serves as to bring me pain. 

So, let this show, that art in its beaut means much to many, 

But not always what is intended. 

  • Author: DD. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2016 11:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    art like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I like your poem. ww

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks for sharing KIT ! Thinking of you praying for you ! As we progress in life somethings leave us behind and there are things we have to leave behind ! Love & Hugs for 2017 ~ BRIAN Please check my Poems ~ Yours B

  • Tony36

    Great write,

  • Christina8

    Great poem, however sad. Hopefully you'll find something new that adds joy to your heart.

  • Augustus

    Letting go of dreams is pure agony. It rips you apart. Nicely done. Hugs.



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