Personal Emotions Poem by Sandra Feldman

Personal Emotions



From where do they come,
Where do they go?
Warm like summer,
Cold like snow
Ups and Downs,
Anger and joy,
As if our hearts,
Were there to destroy.

Human emotions,
Don't understand,
Most of us need therapy,
Just even to stand,
And who says the Therapist,
Can give you a hand,
A perfect stranger,
In your psychotic land.

Human emotions,
Who does really care?
If you're lost and lonely
In Life's empty chair,
Looking for the answers
That never are there,
Looking for the Love
Ready to share.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 24 August 2017

Aristotle, Freud, and other wise people have written of the futility of expecting happiness. Now Sandra has joined their ranks with a lovely poem.

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Laurie Van Der Hart 16 August 2017

You bravely and poetically express your soul in this one, Sandra.

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