About the Poem
A person becomes depressed when he realizes how many people are blinded by material things and his pure and noble "gifts" are meaningless in their eyes.
A Gift |
| by Alan Jacobs |
| one given one departed any friendship could be started something kind something mine a gift to find a piece of mind a peace too fine serenity unknown distant waves alone swirling black in night thoughts drift into fright darkness has come; everything’s numb blindingly dark and brilliantly dull hands all tight grasping for sight grasping in fright senses hammered feelings clamor with just a glimpse of glamour seconds fly as time ticks by dates to come and feelings not punned a joke for fun a break of tongue a flicker now just undone everything is to shun not a thought and not a care with this there's nothing there it's not a gift and it's just not fair screams of despair shattering there thoughts are gone conscience’s clear everything seems so queer life goes on for simple pawns and still I pray for the day when there’s more than one mind that matters a gift I gave a gift much sadder only you seem much gladder. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Mohammed
What's friendship? Is it only compatibilty? No, it's more, it's also more than feelings . and more than a gift!
Sunny
This is very good. It really touched my heart.
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