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written by LieBerthalZz gUrlie 4eVa10:23 PM 9/20/04How do you feel?
I can't read your mind.
Yet, my intuition
sends me signals
I can't decline,
so, I hear what isn't said,
only played inside my head,
and go on unanswered
as I crawl into bed.
How do I feel?
I don't know anymore.
Nothing stands
in front of me,
never did before,
so, I just try to be
what intuitions can't see,
thankful God opened
my eyes for me. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is a poem talking about how we usually worry about things that aren't really importanat at all, and we kinda block out everything that is, but when it all comes down to it, all we should really be concerned about is that we were blessed to see another day, and we shouldn't spend it focused on inmaterial situations.
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