Memorial Poetry vs. ~Me~
Contributed by
tifrob
on
Wednesday, 28th May 2008 @ 04:09:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Trying to find the me inside,
Emptiness ~ No tears to cry,
Not much reaches and grabs hold,
Is my heart made of stone?
~~~
For friends in pain I can be,
What they seem to need from me,
I know the words and what to say,
When a friend cries with pain that stays,
I can hold their hand and not let go,
Walk their road as silence flows,
I can stay with them day and night,
Or sit on the phone as they recite,
The horror that has been bestowed,
The pain they believe ~ That no one knows,
I can give their pain ~ Unknown words,
Entwined with pictures ~ They feel heard,
Take these words and pictures too,
Matte and frame ~ Their past in view,
This seems to give some relief,
And yet, they hold it ~ And cry in grief.
~~~
Where is the me? ~ When I summon them,
I don’t cry ~ For her or him,
Where is the me? ~ Why don’t I cry?
Am I dead? ~ When did I die?
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tifrob
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