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Do You Understand

May 20, 2012
By ClarityRedemption BRONZE, Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
ClarityRedemption BRONZE, Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
4 articles 2 photos 4 comments

Do you know how it feels?
To be alone?
They’re half way across the world.
Seas and seas away,
Thousands and thousands of miles away,
Days and days away.

You haven’t seen yours in three days?
I haven’t seen mine in three months.
You haven’t seen yours in seven weeks?
I haven’t seen mine in seven years.

Do you know how it feels?
Your heart aches.
Aches, aches in longing.
Like a dying thirst that can never be quenched.
To see their faces, their smiles.
Hear their hearty laughter,

Delight twinkle in their eyes.
To feel their warmth,
Their happiness radiates your soul.
Rebirth, rejuvenation, revival, reminiscence.

Do you know how it feels?
How this feels physically?
It just hurts.
Its is unbearable agony.
Its just numbing from the pain,
Just raw pain.

This pain, its gut wrenching.
Kneeling over in agony.
It twists you inside and crushes everything,
It cripples you forever.

Do you know how this works?
How it’s planted into your being?
It becomes the bane of your existence.
Your heart smashed into billions of shards of glass
That cut your logic, your rationality.
Then, you’re useless.

Awake at night.
Ask why.
Ask, why me?

Do you know what it’s worth?
The value of a goodbye?
Wondering if it’s forever.
The last. The final. The ultimate.
To never see their toothy grin,
Never anticipate their quiet footsteps.

Never feel their arms embrace you.
To never comprehend their everlasting love.
Because maybe the next time you’ll be seeing them,
We will all be ashes and dust.

Do you know what to give?
To make it okay?
Sympathy, it is not.
Not “I’m sorry.”
It’s “Help me understand.”
Empathy, something ever lacking.

Do you what it’s like?
What I feel?
Do you understand the longing?
The pain?
The words? The actions?
Do. You. Understand?

The author's comments:
This poem is more of a very long rant, than a poem. As I am living in this country with my parents, we are currently quite literally by ourselves. All of my family is in India, and while we have many friends who love us dearly, sometimes it cannot sufice for the love from one's family. I also do not have any brothers and sisters, I often go to my parents and friends for comfort. However, they cannot truly understand how I feel because they never will realize how I feel. This poem is a product of my emotions being poured on paper and I quite hope that the reader will be able to feel how I feel.

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on Jun. 6 2012 at 6:24 pm
Basya44 PLATINUM, Brighton, Massachusetts
36 articles 1 photo 77 comments
I love this poem. I also love to write long rants! Check out my poem, PLUTO. It's about pain and yearning too, although more of a romantic obsession type. You will appreciate it. This is amazing!

jar33 GOLD said...
on Jun. 6 2012 at 1:25 pm
jar33 GOLD, Galena, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Live every day as if it was your last" and "Always have Faith in our Savior"

I love the words to your poem. Your a good writer. I undertsand what your going through. Your poem inspired me so much.