No Flame; Only Ash

What is worse, a broken heart or numbness?
I can't say I know. A year ago, she turned her
Back, and how I grieved. I did for months.
I wished she would return to me, and in that
Wishing, there was passion. In that passion,
Painful confirmation of a sort of life. Now,
The confirmation's gone. I saw her in the
Hall today. I didn't speak. I didn't care.
I thought I'd rather not be bothered as I
Drifted past the many objects which meant
Naught to me, one of which was her. So,
Does this numbness make me dead? It may,
And is my death a cause for sorrow? I no
Longer grieve, and, inasmuch as grief is pain,
I cannot say I know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-13 at 01:35

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