Ryan Service, CLS4, Clinical Laboratory Science
All alone in the silence,
the heart on the paper has no strings,
Where thoughts and emotions pass us by,
Never truly walking, yet always near,
Invisible presences, both distant and transparent.
Our eyes, once beacons of laughter’s light,
Now, mirror the depths of an inner night.
I may feel my heart rate with my hands,
I may know how to read,
You may know yourself
But do you know that,
Your friends are the people you can’t see when they are most close to you.
Go seek for no answers; there is nothing poetic when we are alone.
Author’s note: I am a student in the CLS4 program at KU. The poem aims to make you feel inner happiness you have never felt. I want to help people that feel alone, like me.
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