The Limitations of Feeling

Poem by Milena Jandreski ’23

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I like being alone

Do I ever want to be happy

Do I use my sadness as a security

Or am I profound

To feel pain is a sobriety

A breath of crisp air in the smog

To be only happy is sickening

People need misery like cold needs warmth

Despair gives depth


Why is it that we think pain is bad

Why is it that we strive towards one idyllic feeling

What if I am in love with my pain

In love with my tears

What does that make me

An anarchist

An agitator of good

If not I will lose my vitality to become mindless like a machine

incapable of the truth of emotion

Imprisoned by the limitations of feeling

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