Sentient

It is a weak thesis that objects are not sentient,

For as I have been used by others, I am nothing short but identical to the description of an object.

And if this raging storm that roams in my chest is not identical to the description of a feeling,

Then I can't help but wonder what the point of being the owner of feelings is, if they are not felt.

Numbing of the self, though lack of feeling, is in fact also a feeling,

 The feeling of absence is, in fact, also a feeling.

Empty spaces are, despite the emptiness, still spaces.

This leads me to conclude that a heart that has been tried, challenged and broken,

that slams on a sad drum in a way that only a defeated heart can do,

Is, despite being defeat and broken, still

A beating heart.

 

Author's Note

Picture: https://www.deviantart.com/art/Thorned-heart-171034763

Huge credit to the amazing photographer Andreas Stridsberg, check his pictures out -> stridsberg.deviantart.com

Reviews

[mum]

this is def food for thought. One would have to read this more than once. I feel the depth. Appreciate the writing

[Krizito]

I like the idea behind your poetry. it's nice, to think of life and love in such way. the negation of experience from a sense doesn't destroy the truity of that sense, or its existence. Better to have loved and lost, better to have a heart broken - that way the ache tells you that in you is a heart, a beating heart. i like this.

[Hebe]

Stunning! We have to live all the feelings otherwise we might as well be dead! Perfect picture too!