Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude

A Poem by itsnoteoin

I don't do as much talking.
Lately, I prefer not doing -
the hole that joins spokes
the space that holds life
holds death.

Everything's a mirror to me.
You, also, have
receded. You're
not as you were
not without scars
not here.

Can't you see?
I'm happy without you.
Isn't it a terrible thing
this joy we find
in absences?

© 2015 itsnoteoin


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Beautifully written. I'm loving the image of spokes in the first stanza. Also, your enjambment is on point. Thanks for sharing!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Effing brilliant poetry. So glad to find you here

Posted 9 Years Ago


itsnoteoin

9 Years Ago

wow! I'm humbled. thank you :)

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itsnoteoin
itsnoteoin

Dublin, Leinster, Ireland



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I'm an 18 year old student currently living in Dublin, Ireland. My dream is to be an author living in Paris, France. I love poetry, jazz and hip-hop. My favourite author is Michael Chabon; my favourit.. more..

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