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Morphine or Missing
I am to the point of when
Saying goodbye feels less
Like a wound and more like
A tranquilizer
I swallow it down with one
Waterless gulp
Hands clenched around the little
I own
In absence of who I love
There’s something about flying
A refuge in the sky far from goodbyes
Or maybe in between
Romanticizing the silence
Because I know I can’t be reached
Regardless
Are my ears under pressure
Or is that just suppressed feelings
Morphine or missing
There is no difference
In a head full of clouds
Saying goodbye feels less
Like a wound and more like
A tranquilizer
I swallow it down with one
Waterless gulp
Hands clenched around the little
I own
In absence of who I love
There’s something about flying
A refuge in the sky far from goodbyes
Or maybe in between
Romanticizing the silence
Because I know I can’t be reached
Regardless
Are my ears under pressure
Or is that just suppressed feelings
Morphine or missing
There is no difference
In a head full of clouds
Published 14th May 2024
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15th May 2024 6:28am
This is a little jewel of a poem, very relatable and mysterious. What is the relationship between missing and the soporific of morphine. One is that sense of loss and the other the sense of filling the loss with more loss. Your story must be a fascinating one. I look forward to continuing to explore your journey through your poetry.
Be safe.
Be safe.
15th May 2024 8:19am
Thank you, Mrd! Transition, whether happy or not, is a great muse. Nothing like several hours of uncomfortable commute to awaken the abstract thoughts! I appreciate your comment xx
