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Do You Feel As I Do Now?

Greg Massey·January 19, 2018

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Do You Feel As I Do Now?

written by: Greg Massey

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Do you feel as I do now when I knock on the door of the abyss?
Dark walls of uncertainty line the corridor as you peep beyond hell’s slit.
All that I hold dear does not hold me in return; no clarity, vague, and void from the epoch in which we began.
Do you feel as I do now as I watch you step away?
Yet, I descend with you stride for stride, though you do not garner your gaze towards me.
I’m reminded to stand firm when the door opens for me, shielding you from the deception that sways in the darkness, avoiding the ambuscade that will despoil our core should I enter.
Do you feel as I do now when I knock on the door of the abyss?
Do you hold your breath until my return?
Do you rage inside as the lining of your soul is evulsed as I wander aimlessly?
Do you feel as I do now, detached from you?
Do you feel as I do now?

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Greg Massey is an American writer and poet who resides on his farm in Olive Branch, Mississippi.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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