The Western Plains Of The Heart Poem by Thomas Case
The Western Plains Of The Heart
I miss her, and
it's uncomfortable.
I'm not used to
feelings.
In the past, I would
drink when I
felt uncomfortable,
or felt anything, for
that matter.
Now, I identify
the feelings, like
a strange new
species of animal:
'Oh yes, that's sadness.
It's indigenous to
the western plains of
the heart.'
Feeling emotions is
strange and scary,
but it beats the
alternative;
feeling nothing,
and dying alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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