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It doesn’t matter if I cry

It doesn’t matter, no one sees

It doesn’t matter if I cry

For want of love

For want of thee.

 

It doesn’t matter if I speak

No one can turn my words away

It doesn’t matter if I speak

No one will hear

The words I say.

 

It doesn’t matter how I seem

What look is hiding in my eye

It doesn’t matter how I am

If I am happy,

If I cry.

 

It doesn’t matter if I’m here

No one to see

No one to hear.

It doesn’t matter

If I’m here

Or if I simply

Disappear.

 

 

 

image - Odilon Redon

 

 

◄ he moves through the fair

iron lung ►

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jean lucy thompson

Fri 20th Aug 2010 22:46

Nice poem Ann can relate I sometimes feel I might be invisible or a ghost even :)

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 14th Aug 2010 15:27

Thank you Cynthia - I was afraid it might be maudlin! Maybe I need a maudlinometer! Or maybe I don't!!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 14th Aug 2010 11:56

This is lovely, Ann, a gem of lyrical lines and musical cadence, a universal lament without being maudlin.

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 14th Aug 2010 06:51

Thanks Stef - that's very kind of you to say! xx

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