An Abundance Of Absence.

Now for my September post, the Summer flew away so quickly that I managed to end up here, the day before I start college. Can you believe it, college?

For this one, I'm posting my latest poem, which I wrote only days ago. What's funny about the poem is that, moments before I wrote it at about four in the morning, I had begun to write a "Joanne Here" post in which I was going to tell you all about how I had run out of ideas as to what to base a poem upon. I felt completely neutral. I had no ideas, no thoughts, no emotions. Absolutely nothing. And what's more, is that I felt completely powerless.. which is such a helpless feeling, might I add. (Never go to bed angry!!)

I just want to get this poem posted and out there, so that I can both come to terms with the truth behind it, and forget it. Acception is vital for this one!

I'm basically hoping that, by posting the poem, and getting it out of the way, I will never again have to experience the feelings that are intrinsically linked with it.

As for dedications, there are many people that this poem is definitely about.... but I thought, for a change, the reader could find themselves relating with one of my poems. I hope that you find the core meaning beyond the depths of sadness that is evoked through out the poem.

An Abundance Of Absence.

Absent are the people
I truly believed were there.
Absent is my sympathy,
To truly love and care.
Absent is the one,
Whom directly I talk to.
Absent is the name,
I rather just call 'you.'
Absent is your presence
In a friendship that you played a part.
Absent is the love
You claim is within your heart.
Absent are the words,
I long to let pour off of my tongue.
Absent is our future,
Though, we are still young.
Absent are the reasons
For all of the swift ends.
Absent are the people,
I once had called my friends.
Absent are my thoughts,
That figures this all out.
Absent is my voice,
To whisper, talk or shout.
Absent is my courage,
To tell you about my pain.
Absent are the benefits
I would ever wish to gain.
Absent is the trust,
In whom I grew to know.
Absent is your reluctancy,
That wanted me to go.
Absent are the smiles,
That once sat upon my face.
Absent are my memories,
Of the times you showed no grace.
Absent is the understanding,
I hope we'll come to, yet.
Absent are the days
I never want to forget.
Absent is the truth,
That solves all of this mess.
Absent are my mistakes,
You could forgive no less.
Absent is the happiness,
I once felt deep inside.
Absent is you,
Right here by my side.
Absent is the person,
I could never quite love more.
Absent is his existence,
For he's not who he was before.
Absent is my knowledge,
To explain all in one poem..
Absent is my ability
To climb right up to Heaven,
And bring you safely home..

30 August 2014