I cannot measure the moment
with sand or inches,
with tick-tocks or foot steps.
All that I know
is lost in hazy atmospheres
and tongue tied maybes,
colliding endlessly.
The collision has no taste,
but the feeling
is certainly present,
as far as I am aware.
I looked for the appraisal
in your soft approach,
but caught only the wind
beneath my skin.
Emptiness is never ringing;
know that you've always been wrong
in this aspect alone.
But there must be something there,
waiting in the hushed whispers,
and slow gazes.
You sprinkled the souls
of withered bones,
calling it emotion.
I agreed,
but felt nothing
except apathy,
yet I'm sure
that doesn't count.
Author notes
My life has been full of terrible misfortunes,
most of which never happened.
Michel de Montaigne
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This is an awesome poem. it was very heart felt. Enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.
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Thanks.
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There's something here, I really liked. Definitely the apathy shines through. Thanks for entering this. Could be cleaned up a bit, some lines I don't know if they are necessary. Like;
"as far as I am aware." Maybe, it's the usage of "I" again. Just a small nit.
Still a solid entry. Thanks for entering.
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Thank you very, very much!
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