6pm

So once you all have gone
and I am left
and I have thought
I start to wish—
to fill
the space I
didn't know had
needed filling
until now.

I reach
at every
passing person
every similar soul—
but I think that
I must wait
for them to
come to
me.

Not knowing what is real
and what is made up of others
and an overworked mind
begs someone
come please—
soon.




Poetry by clarity
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Written on 2011-01-08 at 06:36

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syarifah nur
nice arrangement....
u give a wonderful idea.... thanks
2011-01-12



This is a tremendously interesting way to present a story, through this series of poems. Each stands alone, each is a part of the whole. The last poem, if it is the last, says a lot—you seem to arrive at an understanding of yourself. I think that's called wisdom.

Perhaps there are more to come. Life, after all, doesn't end at 6pm.

jim
2011-01-08