Feelings

Christina K

The endless parade

of emotional shades

pulled down on my face

is starting to fade.

Their feelings are real, why pretend they're not?

I've been emptied out

and jetted out

so how didn't they know

I was already out.

If feelings are real, why are mine not?

I am an empty vessel

of misery and deso-

late worrisome troubles

that can't be resolved.

Who knows what's real? I am not.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2018 22:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    People all through the ages have grappled with that exact question. What is real? When I touch something, it feels real, but it is all vibration.
    Very well written poem with a deep deep question that I think is impossible to answer.



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