Severed
When you were around things seemed plain,
just how things should be to my brain,
now I look around all in vain,
we’re all less for losing you.
Worse, so little notice the fact,
go on knowing you can’t come back,
when all the days feel like they lack,
that’s just what people do.
It all seems so damn gray,
the world an aching haze,
why must death feel this way,
I guess it’s safe to say, I’m…
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.
It feels like life’s missing a piece,
the way we don’t linger, but cease,
the world could take notice, at least,
it never does, seems cruel.
A funeral is not enough,
cannot encompass half the stuff
that made a person known and loved,
perhaps I’m just a fool
To think other would care,
or even be aware,
it never does seem fair,
that’s why I must declare, I’m…
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.
Marcus said we’re shadows and dust,
ever realized
how distant the whole world is to
the way you are inside.
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2025
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