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 10 months ago

That was agreat compliment,

That was agreat compliment, my friend.

weirdelf

12 years 10 months ago

Thanks Joe, I'm touched

Real men can be sensitive too.

Geremia

12 years 10 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 10 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 10 months ago

I hope so, Ian.

Kailashana2

12 years 10 months ago

Wow! Joe! You have reached

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

Love,
Anna

Geremia

12 years 10 months ago

Thank you ,my Anna

Race_9togo

12 years 10 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.