By JFarrell


Between my mind and my heart

There is an immeasurable gulf.


I know I was only six

But I feel,

I took the sweets;

I know the adult was to blame

But I feel,

It’s all my fault.


I know the sun will rise tomorrow

But I feel

It’s never been darker;

I know tomorrow will be much like today

But I feel

It may never come (sometimes, I don’t want it to)


I know this is the world we live in

But I feel

It’s too unreal, too mad;

I know this world around me is very beautiful

But I feel

All is ugliness, all is pain.


I wish I was a builder

I’d love to build a bridge through that gulf


Author's Notes/Comments: 

what's your gulf?