The magnet’s sorrow

I stand and watch through the glass,

That seems way to dense tonight

And curse the times I took for granted,

When I could’ve held you tight. 


I open my palm that fights the surge

Of impulses to extend

And feel the draw, so intense,

Of the vacuum that never ends. 


My love was beyond touch I’d claim,

Far beyond skin deep.

Then why do I stand like a magnet

That beyond reach they keep. 


Poles apart and joined at heart

In hopes of brighter tomorrow, 

I feel the weight of vaccum

And the magnet’s sorrow. 


What do you think?


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Written by Sai

When thoughts began to rhyme,
And lines found a heartbeat,
I transformed from a dentist to a poet.

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