Not Unbeknownst

Not Unbeknownst short poem

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I know what fire is,
I’ve felt the embers within my heart
So I know what desire is.

I know what the weight upon my heart is,
Everything feels so redundant now,
So I know what sadness is.

I know what distance is,
For it tears me asunder,
So I know what each mile is.

Staring into nothingness I know what that is,
Heavy breaths and mind afar,
So I know what longing is.

I know what the ticking sound is,
Every passing second to be cherished,
So I know what transience is.

I know what engulfing night is,
My heart plays a symphony,
I know what silence is.

I know what love is,
Filling every vein in my body,
So I know what life is.

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