As I hear upon these words <br />I feel nothing words mean nothing <br />to me just concepts <br />Grave perceptions of the mind, <br />with no meaning In a world I don't <br />understand I sit and listen <br /> <br />I fall upon your words <br />but pay no attention <br />No feelings are caused <br />no thoughts of importance <br />the candy shell around your <br />sentences are not enough <br />To hide the truth from my sullen eyes <br /> <br />I have seen the days <br />I have seen the hours <br />Truth be it be told <br />that words and only words <br />were sacred to me but <br />to me is not to them <br />to fall asleep wishing to dream <br />Dream of an ocean <br /> <br />of thought to feel connected <br />to all that is, is where I seem to be <br />and in this time of longing A word <br />is not a thing it is a human response <br />to a thing where did it all go <br />wrong why did it stop <br /> <br />For he who reads these words <br />read them well For those who <br />mistunderstand me for those who <br />have judged The time exists for all <br />to see the crystal clear reality <br />And hold it in your hearts, <br />That is where I'll rest <br /> <br />Rest upon your heart and <br />soul be the one to show you home <br />As I hear these words <br /> I feel something the wind is sweet <br />Blowing on my face it feels <br />such a splendid pleasure<br /><br />Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-our-poor-pathaetes/
