Maybe I will let myself finish

I can usually roll with the punches.

Now,
  I am stunned.

Holding on to the sorrow,
  while the anger builds.

Not trying,
  but the feeling is there.

One town from childhood,
  another view from when I was growing older.

Both gone.

I struggle to grasp it.

I struggle to find the words.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A very nice poem...Thank you for sharing...:)

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:: your pain is almost palpable... and overwhelming...

[Jon Roggie]

This was a rough write, and still going.

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:: i could sense it...