Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Unfeeling.

I am done with emotion, she said
or maybe it has done for me.
The heart has a limit for breaking.
Wells of tears have run dry.
I don't want entanglements,
I don't want clutter,
there will still be friends I suppose,
but not many and not close.
I'm just used up and worn down.
It is enough that I loved once
and cannot forget that last time
they went out through the door,
and did not come back.
From the white crosses by the road.
And I will feel no more.

3 comments:

vacuumslayer said...

Oh, I had no idea this blog existed! I will have to add you to my blogroll right away...and then come here and misinterpret all your poems and drive you crazy.

Thanks for the inspiration, AK!

vacuumslayer said...

Hey...how do you get all the nifty sharing links at the bottom of your poems? I can't find the right widget.

Hamish Mack said...

Sorry VS I can't remember how I got that sharing widget. Possibly by accident!

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