MOURNING SUN

The sun burns steel cold
sharp and cutting
reaching the depths of me.
I don’t hear birds singing
anymore.
and the noise
of all living things
sends shock waves
into my brain.

Did you know how much
I loved you
did you know how much
you meant to me
what do I do now
where do I go from here

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Comments

Geremia

12 years 7 months ago

That was agreat compliment,

That was agreat compliment, my friend.

weirdelf

12 years 7 months ago

Thanks Joe, I'm touched

Real men can be sensitive too.

Geremia

12 years 7 months ago

We're all still little boys,

We're all still little boys, Jess,, and when we are dying we call for our mothers. Ask anyone who works in a hospice,

I once said to you that no man can truly measure another man's pain, I think you can do a better job than I did,''

Joe

Ian.T

12 years 7 months ago

A beauty of a piece that held the feelings close, where do you go from here you asked.
If only we knew young Joe, but if they told us a series of truths, we would still be lost as to our final journey, but I will see you on the other side..
Take care young man, Yours Ian.T

Geremia

12 years 7 months ago

I hope so, Ian.

Kailashana2

12 years 7 months ago

Wow! Joe! You have reached

Wow! Joe! You have reached your core. Congratulations!

Love,
Anna

Geremia

12 years 7 months ago

Thank you ,my Anna

Race_9togo

12 years 7 months ago

Hye, Joe.

Starting to read this, I thought at first "Oh well, just another angst poem".
Then I read the second stanza.
My gods, man, you hit the target, the loss, dead on. Sharp, clear and anguished.
Simply wonderful.