What is this poem about?
(Any Freudian slip typos apparent?)
by LoveChild
I did not want to let them know
that having him exiled
ripped off a limb;
how now
I am crippled by
phantom pain.
I can see the smugness
of the gloat
and feel the loss
of things hhe wrote
like the day
I lost my own.
And though things change
he remained constant
not always nice
never facetious.
I feel unreal, the laws of physics
have just given me a heavy weight;
I underemphasize
so that I can keep plodding onward
looking forward
to the day of my next banishment.
Surely to come
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Forgive me friend, I had to post you here so I could answer, like in the days before I got squirreled.
ReplyDeleteI egoistically think this poem is about me, and the double meaning in "Like the day I lost my own" comes from the "hhe" which is subliminally a "she".
I will be furious if no one in Yahoo knows you well enough to get that.
HH. *sniffle* ((((HUGS)))
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