days used to pass
under the blares of sirens
that signaled
the far-off deaths
of so many i held dear
you were there
holding fast to your daughter
singing hard the songs
that kept you from
crying yourself to sleep
i was frantic
there was no more time
no more anticipation
no familiar knot in the pit
of my stomach
it was lonely
in chicago
now that i see
you were never
really there
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about time. well done. however, slightly disappointing (slightly).
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wow... i feel all deserted and alone... very sad. i love this one, matt.
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This makes me feel very lonely...great job.
peace to all ~flight
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despite the title, i don't feel panic in this... i feel a sorrowful peace. especially in the third to last stanza... the tone and wording definitely has a good bit of sadness to it, but it feels like a nostalgic and accepting sadness. idk. just a thought. i enjoyed reading this, so thanks for sharing it.
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i love the second stanza. i like whole thing, but the second stanza, for me, is very strong. i don't know for whom you wrote this, but there is a sense of loss- the kind of fading fascination that one person may feel for another. you can write and the phases and breaks don't create any sort of "complication" in your writing.
well, i would expect Rex to write something like this though.
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