5-5-20
1.34 am
this was written in a time of mourning. of feeling, and of loss.
not feeling hurts more than feeling.
i know i want to cry, but nothing comes out. just numbness.
nothing.
i can still laugh,
i can still smile.
but i know so much grief and pain is out there and i can't feel any of it.
i cannot feel.
but slowly i will.
so i shall mourn.
i shall mourn for what i cannot feel.
i shall mourn for all of the pain in the world and all the pain to come.
i will mourn for songs never heard and songs heard again.
i will look to the stars knowing those who cry can look to them and feel something. and the stars shall look to me like
i'm the only one left. and i will feel again.
the tears will be rain in a drought.
they will mark the start of a new era.
an era painted with the blues and browns of melancholy.
it will be painted with the oranges and yellows of joy,
the grey tears of sorrow,
the pinks and reds of love.
it will be painted with the colour of my feelings.
and i will feel again.
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flower fields
Poetrya poetry collection by me. most of these are written late at night so my deepest apologies if they're bad :)
