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Told you it was a poem writing feeling

The following is in mark of the day called St Valentines Day (wiki)… shudder. Not one of my favourite times of year as it reminds me just how single I am and proabably am going to be…you can just hear the worlds smallest violin playing the worlds saddest song just for me can’t you

Enjoy… if you can.

The Day Before that Fifteenth of the Second Month

Its odd,
I think,
That one day can be,
At the same time,
Mindless and tedious,
Annoying and pointless,
Depressing and mournful.

A day twisted by a corporation,
A day made to sell their product,
A day to remind the lonely how alone they are.

Oh, I am sure that was not the intent,
Capitalism and market share ruled over all,
Yet it has grown and mutated into a beast,
A creature which even its masters to longer could control.

Perhaps it is just the bitterness,
The emptiness of solitude,
That mouths these hollow complaints,
For truth be told,
The essence of it all,
Is I want to be involved.

I want to be part of it,
On some level,
I want to be absorbed by its sheer stupidity,
If only because of what it means.

The past of empty and failed nothingness,
Is found reflected in the confusion between mind, heart, and soul,
Swaying this way and that,
Wandering if it is,
Or is not,
Or could ever be.

Questioning,
Denying,
Rationalising,
Internalising,
Wishing I could just be honest,
Wishing I could just talk,
And be honest over my confusion,
But the past is a harsh reminder,
A twisted and inaccurate one,
But one which moulds,
Inhibits us,
Binds us.

Perhaps it is my lot,
To never have one to complete me,
Some say “nonsense�,
Some are more truthful and agree,
At least with the possibility.

Whatever will pass will do so,
Be it one way or the other,
It matters not in the bigger picture,
For the life I lead is not meaningless,
Nor is it incomplete,
And yet it is also is by no means,
Complete.

Still the days march on and again this time will pass,
Slipping away,
Celebrated by some,
Hated by others,
Forgotten by some.

A day which really,
At hearts lies a message which should not be limited,
Pinned down to only one day,
A message,
Which no matter its context,
Be it between lovers,
Friends,
Family,
Or others,
Should be celebrated and uttered everyday,
The simple,
And world changing powerful words,
“I love you.�