“Influenced” by Katalyn Louis Parks
You’re more than this,
And greater still,
It’s just the teasing of your heart.
Unremitting consequences,
Beaten down,
By something docile as a dart.
It yearns again,
It powers through,
This is a bad example of me.
I’ve hit my peek,
And this is it,
But there’s still something I have to be.
I hear sobbing,
Is it mine?
Am I even in the room?
There’s something less,
I’m greater than,
But itching for a tomb.
The irony,
A happy ending,
Forged smiles are hard to bare.
It’s vain,
And I’m repressed,
I’m just a shadow dancing there.
But the influence of you on me,
Without my heart is hard to see.
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Heartbreak is difficult to deal with as evidenced by your poem. “I hear sobbing-It is mine-Am I even in the room?”
The pain is so intense, that the narrator has become detached from herself–one way to attempt escape.