A Strange Happening

Today was a strange day...

Strange for one thing  –

Strange for me...

I was sad, far too sad –

But steeled myself to smile

While I felt like cryin’.

But if I let myself cry

Tears won’t fall –

I wanted to cry

Still couldn’t,

I tried to smile

I did smile,

But it seemed the bitterest cry...

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An’ this poem is strange, too...

For when I wanted to write

My pen felt like drawin’ –

And when I didn’t

The words just flowed...

Flowed , bereft of rhyme

And bereft of thought

But rejoicing in emotion...