Every single letter
that makes up the matter,
Of this and that,
From where I sat.
Every single word
that comes with worth,
Such things to wonder,
Those files in folder.
Every single phrase
Accounts to any craze.
Oh! such hanging thoughts,
That were never told.
Every single sentence
Comes with the essence,
That could make the mind happy,
Or that could make the mind grumpy.
Every single feeling,
Keeping me falling,
How can I deny?
To whom can I rely?
Every single unsent letter,
Compose of words that enter,
Striking the heart from phrases to sentences,
Stuck to the feeling of hollowness.
11/7/15
-AlmieJ.
Wow! Two thumbs up; very personal and poignant!
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oh thank you Mr. Noble 🙂
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