MISSING

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Submitted Date 07/25/2019
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The beautiful weather

 

Mocks the storm in my heart

The sweet chirping of the birds

Approaches my ears

 

As tortured howling and guttural screams

I am here

But the smile is painted on

I am here

But the laughter is plugged in

I am here

But

my heart is missplaced

And yet

Not missing me


 

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  • Rick Doble 4 years, 8 months ago

    laughter is plugged in
    Like your imagery --" Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow" TS Eliot, The Hollow Men

    • Jennifer 4 years, 8 months ago

      Thank you so much Rick I appreciate your read dearly