IMPASSE

There is no love
when moments pass
in loneliness.
There is no joy
in only seconds
spent together
There is darkness
when your heart sinks
with each “Good-bye.”

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: USA

Comments

Ian.T

11 years 11 months ago

Joe

The memories of things
should be able to hold a touch of joy in your heart.
That you can still write for us in such bold thoughts
is there no way you can make those thoughts
drown your sorrow and build a fire of love and happiness inside.
I suppose that if all this sorrow comes out you will not have to carry it.
The lady walking by the sweet corn, in the field is smiling and still says there is much to do.
She still says that she sits with you as the children do,
I think that she is use to the children now, you take care of you
There is much to do, a need to push the limits of your dreams into a reality of words for us to love,
Yours Ian.T

Geremia

11 years 11 months ago

It is what it is, my friend.

It is what it is, my friend. Tomorrow I go to hospital and when I am recovered I need to reassess my life, Time to move back North where there is family, Here I am completely alone,

joe