Dear John- I Noticed
there's something about this air
its misty morning rise
feels heavy
like a thunderous rain
pounding against window's
the eyes of a soul cries
somewhere in the fog
lost within the edges
of society
in silence
it's shrouded
almost unnoticed
but i see it
peeking through
like this sun
beneath clouds
yet i can't feel it
in its hidden state
the warm glow
the way it was always shining
now sits dormant
no one saw it waning
but i did
i wondered why
but never questioned
do we ever question
every passing storm
or is it just the ones
that leave the biggest impacts?
perhaps no one else noticed
it was growing dimmer
in the recent months
no one saw
the storm approaching
like i did
i almost feel the weight
this soul bears
it's heavy
upon my mind
like this air
as it chokes me
on thoughts
yet i know
not why
I have noticed John writing less, visiting less, commenting less...perhaps many did too...i just never questioned because i am not one to pry...as the first to notice his farewell poem, it weighed heavy...i have sensed something for a while now and his short replies to those of us that did comment on his poem seem so off for John, out of character...i pray he is well and all is okay
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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