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I know how it feels to be empty
I know how it feels to be loved
I don't know how to feel since
you walked out of my life
Taking back your name
Denying me
A goodbye
Now I
Feel
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
To me it means getting to know self.
I love how this poem leaves me hanging, like the literary equivalent of stepping into thin air. Great example of art where the scaffolding is invisible. I felt this like a punch in the gut. Simply brilliant, Kelli!
That was so freaking relatable! I loved it!
Yeah it is a kind of learning feelings, so thanks teacher!
Very jarring! Great work, Kelli!
I like the way this one sort of "hangs" at the end. Nice job, Kelli!
Nicely done! I especially like end, how you feel vut don't know what.