POEM: Was

Updated: Dec 2, 2019

by SYDNEY CLIFFORD - March 27, 2019

It’s a terrible word, isn’t it?

A word used for something that isn’t


But it’s more than just a word


It’s the unexplainable chasm in your chest

It’s the rivers streaming down your cheeks

It’s the overpowering numbness in your body

It’s the sadness that isn’t known until you know


It’s a loathsome word

But again and again we have to use it

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