Lockdown Lyricism: "Lack"
From a series of poems I penned during the early months of the pandemic.
By Jack Anderson KeanePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I don't know love.
So much so,
I may have already
Been on the receiving end
Of someone else's
And simply didn't
Recognise it.
I don't know love.
So much so,
I don't know how to give it,
Or feel it,
Or understand it,
Or believe that
I deserve it.
I don't know love.
So much so,
I could not rightly say
If appreciation,
Infatuation,
Or lustful intoxication
Come anywhere close
To approximating
The true
Feeling.
I don't know love.
But I know I'd like to meet it.
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