Thursday, July 23, 2015

You never really asked me, but...
 
I'm missing you today, not always,
just when I'm lonely, when I'm afraid
and when I'm feeling down. I miss not having you around.
You never noticed me really, you weren't kind or loving particularly,
but your laughter made me smile, and forget just for a while.
Like everything was ok again...
and I could be a normal friend,
we could just enjoy a night out clubbing,
without all this reality bugging
me.
 
But I could never be that friend you see, because I have issues,
I have a disability.
My weather isn't always fair,
My mind isn't always there, with you.
It's back in a past I can't explain and that pain, is mixed up with today.
I can't share this with you, and truth being, you never really wanted me to..
So this is where we parted ways, you into some shiny day, and me -
well I just kept on going and... though you never asked,
I survived, I'm doing ok, beneath the sun at last. 
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:20 PM

    Thank you

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  2. Kerry2:25 AM

    You're welcome.

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  3. Anonymous2:05 AM

    Your poetry is getting more involved I feel.. It's really touching. I feel sad and relieved and involved in the emotion when I read..

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  4. Kerry1:04 PM

    Different people like different styles of poetry. The voice of this one is how someone might speak in a real conversation as IF they had been asked how they were...but of course no one ever really asked. Other poems use more imagery because in my mind it somehow suits the poem.

    But thank you for your comments, maybe I could use the conversational style more.

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  5. Anonymous10:11 AM

    This voice you have splits me.
    Splits you.
    The other you address is not me per se
    But an other who is just as trapped as you
    In the moment that drives
    An energy that
    From its terrible past still permeates
    Still controls
    Still repeats your actions and your feelings.
    You are not alone my friend.
    I'm still here.
    The voice is always of the Other.
    Anamnesis
    Anamnesis
    You can't forget me
    Can you

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  6. Kerry2:27 PM

    I appreciate all comments on my poetry, and do try to comment back to all posts. But the reader's interpretation of a poem is often very different to the writer's. That can be a positive thing, as long as you accept that your interpretation isn't what the poet feels or was trying to put across. To me your comment crosses that line into becoming too personal in the way you are addressing me. please bear in mind that you are writing as 'anonymous'.

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