You'll Miss, That Thing Poem by Charles Malcolm
You'll Miss, That Thing
Every word is unread.
Songs and signals
ignored or dismissed.
This irrational
selfish thing
is the only thing
left
to attempt.
The funny thing
is that I'll never know
if my final act
was even noticed
or managed to move the needle
at all.
Climb high.
Breathe deep.
Hit something.
Anything
Important.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,love,suicide
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