I Have Felt

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I Have Felt

I have spoken.

To send forth words of joy set my voice aflame,

To speak out alone corrupts my tongue.

I tell you, my eloquence is lost.

 

I have written.

To scribe notes of joy in correspondence lent to my wrist a certain grace.

To type an obituary alone brings but the hollow clunk of the keys, *

I tell you my pen is worn down.

 

I have danced.

To tread the floor in tandem was the dance of gods,

to walk the world alone is the fate of wretches.

I tell you my feet are numb with tired.

 

I have cried.

A hundred nights alone, but time it seems

hardens the soul to mercy.

I tell you that part of me is dead.

 

I have bled.

My blood once emblazoned with pride, drips

languid, from the chasm of the knife.

I tell you, the blood is still and cold.

 

You have loved.

your words rung loud in many ears, but now *

they fall upon mine as if I am deaf.

You tell me, but I cannot hear.

 

I have listened,

for a hundred days, no sound.

I may be worth your pleading,

I tell you, you are not worth my cheer. *

 

Credit to Sue De’Nim.