In My Pockets Today

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem, written (as is sometimes the case) for someone who I haven't spoken to in years now. They might come across it, although I'm not counting on it. Still, I hope you're better off than when I
last spoke to you.

Submitted: September 08, 2017

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In My Pockets Today

 

 

I find a pleasure in the way life has been taught,

To exist in a pattern, endlessly naught.

 

To have lived and walked the earth,

To die, be buried, and shed rebirth.

 

To have loved and lost so much,

To turn that pain into a crutch.

 

Have learn and have had will,

Never to be more than a hole to fill.

 

Yet I still give thanks,

To have had the story swept blank,

 

For I could not have done so,

Without you.

 

Hence everyday now have I carried,

A spirit that was otherwise buried.

 

In my pockets do I hold,

The truth in which you have told.

 

Something that cannot be seen, heard, or touched,

Only that which is to the heart clutched.

 

Although your voice has since faded from my view,

I know you were the one to make me wholesome and new.

 

And so you nestled in my pockets today.

 


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