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Oct 01
poem challenge: Great Poets
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annamorton

Morning and night

[Inspired by "Tonight I Can Write (the saddest lines)" -Pablo Neruda] 

Today I think of only solemn thoughts. 

My mind continuously thinking 'How can one be surrounded by so many, yet feel so alone'

The thoughts swirl inside my head as if they are dancing along my mind

Today I have been thinking only of the saddest thoughts.
The person closest to you, begins to become the farthest away. 

Throughout the time my heart was full, and now to walk as if I am missing a piece.
On days like today you would always be so near, holding you close, as if it was all I had. 

You were my person, and I began to think I was yours.
How could two become so close without becoming one. 

Today my thoughts are thouroughly solemn. 
To miss a piece of my heart, when it had once been complete. 

When living the same day on repeat, just for you to leave my world even more bland.
You had clung to my heart as one clings to a life raft. 

My thoughts constantly blame me for the loss of your presence. 
The days are becoming shorter, and yet you are still not with me. 

I am consumed. In the back of my head a voice is speaking. Straight to the back. 
My head is constantly pounding, you really did lose them. 

My head begins to clear my thoughts, how could I bring you closer. 
My head sorts through my thoughts, you are no longer there. 

This same day, bringing in the cold front. 
The seasons are changing, and so had we. 

Maybe love is not the word to describe you anymore, my thoughts are becoming clearer. 
The cold front bringing in clarity. 

You are no longer mine. You are your own. 
Your own person. Your own body. Your own choices. 

Maybe I no longer love you, but the memories that stain my mind. 
Memories are forever, love however does not always linger. 

Because through the days such as these, I held you so tightly
My body craves the affection I once had. 

Although this is the last feeling I shall ever receive from you. 
The last feelings you give me, and the last thought I will give you. 

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  1. shrink wrapped
    Oct 03, 2021

    i love this so much wow

    nina

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  1. Stargirl
    Oct 03, 2021

    This is so beautiful and crippling and I cant get enough of reading this! Absolutely amazing :)

    ( I think I made you up inside my head )

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