I feel the weight
of the world on my shoulders
like an elephant that's stuck
on a ball in the circus.
I feel anxiety
caught up in my throat
a clenched fist
starving to find its way out.
But won't, can't.
I feel hands
hands of yours and hands of my own.
The soft touch,
the mellow feel
climbing their way up
till I feel nothing at all.
You vanished into thin air
causing me to stay
to pick up all the pieces
like you and I
meant nothing at all.
I feel sadness.
Tears on the brim of my eyes
slowly, slowly sliding down my cheeks,
slowly finding it's meet.
But the thought of you gone
burns in my throat.
The fist wanting to fight through
break the voyage
Yet I don't let it, I can't.
How could I?
I feel nothing.
Like I did when I was a child.
When there was no worries
no misery, no pain, no fears
just simply nothing
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During The Pandemic (Poetry)
PoetryIt's been hard. Especially with COVID running in the air. Here's what I've written.
