• Sadness


    The clock doesnt tick or tock
    It thunders each second
    With each minute
    Like some impending doom
    Sometimes I convince myself I am deaf
    For all this silence.....
    Yes I'm deaf! I must be!
    For I never hear you !

    But every breath is sucked from lungs
    Too empty to scream aymore
    To waste breathe
    Am I mute,?oh how I must be
    For you never hear the break
    In my voice , cracks that even the most skilled  cant repair, cannot hear lump in throat
    Or a sob catch again and again
    With my unworthy expectations

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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