Now, Later, And Before This
I want to cry.
Now, later, and before this.
It's a funny, weird feeling,
heavy inside of me,
like some kind of big block of something inside,
weighing in on my emotions.
I feel empty, lost, bewildered,
because I don't know what this is.
And it aches,
and I can't see it,
can't reach it,
can't understand it,
but I sure can feel it...
and I want to cry.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|catyrose (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, October 3 2007, 06:34 am|
of what it feels like to be depressed. I work with people diagnosed w mental illness. We are beginning a poetry/writing workshop, would you mind if I used your poem? I'll be sure and give you credit.
|shiloh (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, October 3 2007, 05:41 pm|
sure, go ahead - i'm actually flattered a bit. let me know how things go as far as the reaction to the poem, if you don't mind? peace... hank
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