A poem I wrote without any intention to make a House related piece of work of it.
But I was told it fits House, so... form an opinion. :D
Tiny little fractures
If I don't love...
do I have to hate?
Then why do not all
feelings just fade?
Pain, sorrow, anger, happiness
all of that ceases to be
anda can only comprehend
If anda understand me
Eventually...nothing remains
only emptiness
it could be much easier
to be born emotionless
Am I embittered?
Afraid to be hurt?
I don't even know
I can give anda my word.
Did I just forget
how to feel?
Then how can I tell
illusion from what is real?
The answer is simple
I can't.
Though I needed a lot of time
to realize what it really meant.
There's just one thing
of which I am sure
I am master of feeling
insecure.
But I was told it fits House, so... form an opinion. :D
Tiny little fractures
If I don't love...
do I have to hate?
Then why do not all
feelings just fade?
Pain, sorrow, anger, happiness
all of that ceases to be
anda can only comprehend
If anda understand me
Eventually...nothing remains
only emptiness
it could be much easier
to be born emotionless
Am I embittered?
Afraid to be hurt?
I don't even know
I can give anda my word.
Did I just forget
how to feel?
Then how can I tell
illusion from what is real?
The answer is simple
I can't.
Though I needed a lot of time
to realize what it really meant.
There's just one thing
of which I am sure
I am master of feeling
insecure.