Love has no meaning
In the hands
Of selfish children
It is a word
Without foundation
Free falling
To inevitable doom
When the atomic bomb fell
We said our goodbyes
Full of holes
And lies
Watching everything burn
The flames
Ripped breath and lung
We were free diving deep
Into the abyss
Then in mid ascent
Realizing
There’s not enough
To make it
To the top
There’s simply
Not enough
Air,
Freedom, identity, self-worth
Love
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Wow Mark! Your poem, reaches to the gut, squeezes, then lets go so your reader can ‘breathe’.
Beautiful! Just absolutely beautiful! Well done!
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Thank you Kat. I was mused by an older movie I watched for the first time “Hearts in Atlantis.” The ending was so sentimental, I found myself gasping for air. Too many lived experiences, too many chords playing all at once
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I know the feeling!
I even love this very description, you just gave, to the experience!
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