Written from a hole I was not sure I would ever get out of.
Where is the spark I think I see
In others, but don’t see in me
The taste of smiles, life’s joyous zest
Why can’t I feel like all the rest?
I play my part, no understudy,
Unending search for friend or buddy
Vicarious scenes from other’s lives
A few brief sparks, my soul derives.
At times I weep, no point or thought
Perhaps from deeds I’ve done or wrought
And yet with life, I can’t connect
Emotions viewed quite circumspect.
As others’ feelings generate
I search within, a rising hate
The inability to show concern
Deep feelings aren’t a thing to learn.
I watch as others smile and laugh
Their sparkling eyes adorn life’s path
A jealous envy, no mock or scorn
Just wished I’d been with feelings, born.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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