poetry critical

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Random Poem:


I suppose it wasn’t long ago
but it had to be
sometime distant
because what did exist
between those years
were somehow good enough
to offset them;
I know sometimes
the light is much too dim
but I can’t resist
these impulses
even in the doorway
that threatens to close and lock.
I guess what I really meant
was that I still am her
or I never really changed
but they changed the world
around me
just enough for me
to believe,
nevertheless, I’ve returned.
this dull ache has reared
its ugly head
and now all I have to show
is my barren love
for those who can’t,
or maybe won’t, return it.
Is the end
when you’ve come full circle
or are you suppose to
keep riding the crashed waves?
why am I still waiting
for an answer to my question
that already
I’ve moved on from?
it seems that I should
Know who this author is
at least I should by now
but the handwriting
Keeps changing
though he seems to bear
the same few scars.
I feel this emptiness
between my ribs,
you know, where there should be
some form of strength,
but all I keep feeling
is this stinging pain.
I might have known then too
all about this
which I’ve set myself up for
but it wasn’t all my fault,
if I could just fly
to where these walls
don’t contain who I am
instead the chambers of my heart
will be my testimony
to life.
Erase this and, well,
I have never existed really-
Not in the real plane
but in the imaginary one
the place that no one wants
to accept
Because it is utterly
to those who’ve never been there
(I’ll tell you
it’s really quite beautiful)
I know, yes, I am not able
to convey the truth
because it’s not true
that I could ever have been any
other way than how
I exist now.
Once the flow is over
you’ll see what really

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