Was I to know
it all wasn't good enough?
and for my life,
I survive.
When it was ending
I could feel it,
I could feel time
and I thought I could feel you.
Tell me,
was it like losing innocence?
I did mean to hurt you,
that was in my mind
when I thought it was ending.
I could feel it,
I could feel time,
and only when I thought it was ending
I could feel you.
How was I to know?
I thought it was ending.
I thought I could feel.
Time will heal when I could feel.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 543
Just When I Thought It Was Ending
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