Poetry

OF CHILD GLEE

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When dawn concedes an air of boredom
and an unclear heading with a feel of
countless years speed by leaving a trail of nothingness,

along comes a piece of heaven
that seems to know what lines your emotions;
what you don’t feel and what you should feel.

Of child glee, your own breath isn’t enough anymore
and everything around you, suddenly is inadequate.
Too little. Deficient.

Your life begins to leave familiar voices behind.
Going past them like a run with the breeze on a subway train.
And under the sham of what you think you have found,

Love becomes empty.
That alone just isn’t enough.

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