I suffer through them
these rifts that will always run
between me and everyone.

I catch myself
before opening gifts
never meant to be opened
sentiments not allowed me
every connection cracked
every feeling fleeting.

Though hands may reach
and feel for fissures
deep within
stitched together
as best as I can
lips whispering
forgot everything
as confusion turns
to actual feeling
fostering the realization
that you and I
were never you and me
every observation you made
created the same space
between us
that’s there
between me and everyone
and all along
you were
with everyone else
with this world
that always


One thought on “Rifts

  1. Poem is very good… but highly depressing. If the intent is to express alienation and sorrow with not a hint of hope, this is suitably accomplished.

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