Poem – “Synonyms of Sadness” – Romanticism – 2/26/2021

Measure feeling
That is crossed by a sealing
Of a heart, upon the currents
That fall from decaying eyes.

We swarm ourselves
With the faintest lies,
Call ourselves debris
Without coming to see,
Without coming to believe
In what did leave.

Death topples towers
That bloodied hands surely built.
We sign the marks of bravery
To enter war, to entertain slavery.

We love
In the remaining grief,
While wounds close to the gaps
Between clouds.
For only a storm
Could remind the remainder
Of love, to build the simple bridge.

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