The world according to Garp

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The quieter you become
The better you can hear,

What I can’t do is see
Quite possibly
because of all the desires
that I hold dear,

What was muffled & far away
is now very loud And extremely clear,
Goose bumps gallop when you’re close
Followed by last second hesitation & curious fear.

They say it’s better to have loved & lost,
-If that is so
my love
Get the fuck outta here!

I have no energy
To tend to your croft
For my minds moat
Forces the steer,

Into a direction
Opposite of heaven
With a cast
That unshamefully leer,

Into the souls
Of what’s consuming
-The satisfaction
of an ending
&
iT’s revere.

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  1. Love always creates such a diverse series of emotions for us…your poem reflects that well.

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