Poetry from Emeniano Somoza Jr.

Anhedonia

I can’t cry

The tearducts are dry

Its been long since death

Stung me in the eye

I still have deep respect

For people who can at will

Break open a floodgate

On something real hard

While I just stand there

Laughing at the littlest detail

I sit on sad movies that make people go ape shit

I get the stories but when shit hits the fan

The sadness never gets to me

What price joy?

A pill that my doctor says to keep a black wolf at bay?

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