This Poem was Submitted By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2016-12-16 00:13:45 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Something more than nothing

Sitting alone trying to feel  what I should feel I wish I could feel  something more than nothing I need you I need someone to hold onto I need someone real someone who knows how the emptiness  can blow your guts apart. Inward my thoughts fly inward feeding visions of my wants nourishing the aches of my needs in here they are safe and I feel so no one here to discard them neglect or abuse them here they are something more than nothing. Thinking too much feeling too little too self-absorbed to offer to you any true substance of what you may want what you may need what you may feel what you have to feel something more than nothing something more than me. Something real something to hold each one to another or apart if necessary we can('t)choose who to love but not who loves us I cannot feel what I cannot touch I cannot make you feel what I feel for you or you something for me.

Copyright © December 2016 Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.

Additional Notes:
Trying to finish it

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2016-12-24 12:23:57
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
This poems only begins to explain or does its best to describe the impossible maze of emotions that face us each day. The dizzying dialogue our souls find them selves in each day. You are so able to put to words the pain and confusion that allows other readers to know that they are not alone in this experience. This is where your talent and this poem truly shines. Bravo

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-12-22 09:10:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Medard, good to see a piece from you this month. This is such a perfect, the heart wants what the heart wants piece. The timbre of the piece has a familiar and very graphic emotional read. It cannot be discounted because of the depth of feelings. The perfect line in the piece; “thinking too much” and that is the crux of all of us in the despair of whatever is or was. It is the magnifier that grants this piece its power to usurp the parameters of everything that is or ever was. Splendid write!
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