Another one for my brother. Bleh.


Questions Left Unanswered

What is darkness
But the absence of light?
What is apathy
But the rapid loss of hope?
What is the way I feel
If you're not here with me?
What is the point of this
If nothing will ever be okay?
What is the point of going on
When you won't be here to see me grow old?
What is the point of this?
To teach me how to no longer feel?

(I think you've succeeded
In taking everything away from me
It seems you've won the battle
And I have lost all I've ever worked for.)

What is the reason for these mind-numbing wounds?
None will heal if you are taken from me.
If you must go,
Then let me go too.
If the angels no longer love me,
At least I'll have you.
I feel nothing but trepidation,
And a strong loss of self.
In the end, if you go,
There'll be nothing left for me...
Nothing left,
Except the agony granted to me so graciously.



Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-05-22 at 05:01

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Kathy Lockhart
You are expressing yourself so well. Your deepest emotions are placed on the paper as your heart breaks and tears must flow. The love you expose with your words is tremendous. Your brother is blessed to have you as his sister, loving him with your whole life. God Bless you both. Kathy (U)
2006-05-22