“FEELING”

This morning I felt
like writing a poem
but didn't feel
like feeling all
I'd need to feel
in order to write it.

All the same, here it is;
another victory
over the realm
of the incomprehensible.
Another chalk line
on the side
that doesn't matter
anyways.
All the same.
All the same.
Here it is.
Another,
another,
and another.

My brave face in the shadows,
where the hurt places sing
in a melody of moans
only the truly lost
sing along.
I remind myself
of the year,
but lose myself
to the month.

narrative poem written on 06-26-2016 by: on mattkane.com
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