Intangible Realities

a sorrowful day

Thoughts, damn-intangible-realities.
Always manifesting,
Exposing both my heart and inadequacy.
I stumbled again,
With my broken pen-
At the death of my old sarcastic friend.
Seeking comfort I sought out Aristotle,
Ancient wisdom
Filled my glass from an empty bottle.
Not that I don’t love wisdom’s philosophy,
It’s just this damn silence screaming at me!

Written after the loss of a loved friend, 1.26.2015

© Under pen name Olivia Lee, 2015


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