All the people that I tagged as friends
Are now laughing back at me
They stare into the distance
The distance that now is me
I don’t really have a companion
No solid shoulder to cry on
No one to hear my story
When I wake up lonely at dawn
Do I really even sleep at night?
Am I permanently dreamed?
I caught foxes in my head last night
While their mother quietly screamed
I don’t want someone to ask me
If I could see the light
Just someone to hold me in the dark
And everything will be alright
There are gaps between my fingers
That are too large for you to fill
You’d wake up smiling tomorrow
But I’d be crying still
There are holes in my heart
That are too large for you to fill
You’d wake up smiling tomorrow
I don’t know if I ever will
Have you read Everything is Illuminated? Totally unrelated but there’s a passage in there that reminds me of your poem. Beautiful work, by the way!
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No, I haven’t read it but I will try and read it some time. Thanks
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Just awesom writing, real words and heartfelt.
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on nerdhertz.
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“There are gaps between my fingers
That are too large for you to fill”
Lovely, that imagery, the thought! š
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Thanks a lot
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Each day brings new beginnings and fresh hope. At least the sun comes up, and if I can get out of bed feet first, I’ve got a chance. Your poem is felt. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks a lot for your comment. Appreciate it
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Some times loneliness is your best companion.
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Only some times
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Agreed
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Very relate-able presently.
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Indeed. Thank you
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Most welcome.
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Take care
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Thanks very much for that kindness–you as well.
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Nice words from your heart, No one is alone in this small world.
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Thanks
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That’s just so lovely! And if we go to place our hands in prayer or just go to hold another’s hand in friendship those gaps, in all of our fingers, are more than just filled š
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True. Thanks for your comment
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Am very much enjoying this
People’s unpleasant chill
From the beginning
Up to the kill šø
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Thanks
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The sad and good part is, we have to fight ourselves in it. So the good we know the solution. I still can’t trust myself even, but I stop thinking of those gaps in life.
I am still very poor in communicating with people. I am excellent in writing.
So reach out 100 times to get 1 hand in return š
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True
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This is a beautifully somber piece, Frank. Really well done and speaks so directly to the heart.
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Thanks a lot
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My pleasure, I always enjoy reading your work. So thank you:)
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Welcome. Have a nice day
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THe world is shrinking, so are our relationships. A need of the hour, to speak of the situation. Well written!
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Thank you
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I like the raw emotions at play here – I think this poem speaks to the experiences of many more than you probably imagined when writing it.
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Probably. Thanks
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Don’t think of holding you in the night Frank but am here to say HI.
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Thanks
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God can fill those holes š Praying always helps.
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Thanks
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