Forlornness does not come with Ease
Forlornness does not—come with Ease—
So many sad—Faces,
I could not come to Terms with Death;
Therefore, I felt Nothing.
My honest Lack—of Emotion—
Made me feel more—Detached.
I wished to Join—the Atmosphere.
One tear, two tears, three More.
Why am I—Forcing—my Distress?
Perhaps, my Soul cannot feel,
And—Finally the—tears were Real.
I must have cared— too Late.
This poem is about:
Me