Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 29,864 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Words (2) - Poem by Gert Strydom

I thought that words
would draw you closer to me,
but words set us apart literary
in the real sense
and forever you and I
will never be coming together with words.

Words although magic
are always reaching out
to someone else,

as if you see
each and every poem
as competing against yours
and never do we bond
by the skill of words

and even the words written to you
carry their messages
but do not really hit the mark

as if I am only giving blank pages
with absent messages
and my writing more and more
does create less for you.

Topic(s) of this poem: words

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2015

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