Alexithymia

22/03/2015

My mind unfocused
Like a child under a hanging dial
I struggle to name this feeling
To diagnose, to presuppose
It begs an understanding
That I lack at present

I cannot be angry
For anger would imply a wrong
Committed by you
And of perjury I am not guilty
Yet this jury may condemn me
To a sentence of denial
But that I’m afraid
Was self-imposed

Loneliness is a companion
That is no stranger
And yet I feel it keenly
Walking at my side with little nudges
I am well aware I’m not entitled
To feel what I am feeling
Yet indulgence comes easily
And missing you is easier still

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