Disconnected

St Elmos fire

There’s a disconnection between us, there’s no life. 

There’s a disconnection among us, there’s no space. 

There’s happiness, there’s hate. 

There’s faith, there’s disappointment. 

There’s a disconnection between us, there’s no life. 

We pass by each other and smile, but no words. 

We look at each other, but don’t see eye to eye. 

We look at each others behavior, but don’t comment.

We look at each others soul, there’s no life.

How much longer can this go on?

How much more can our hearts take?

We were once connected and now….there’s no life.  

We were once connected mentally, where are the brainwaves? 

We were once connected spiritually, where is the love?

I am looking from the outside of a rose colored glass, 

And all I see are stains……

Stains from my heart, my soul and my body. 

The disconnection has become real to me, a reality that hurts. 

There’s a disconnection between us, there’s no life. 

—joAnn P.

I pulled out my “very old” poem book and as I opened it up, this is the page that my thumb fell on.  I wrote this a long time ago about a friendship that meant a lot to me. It’s funny how things come back around and hit you again in other relationships.

I will leave this right here and I hope to reconnect……

—jRose

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