First you quiet your outsides
Stop fidgeting, tapping
And playing with the that pen in your hand
Soon after that you’ll feel fuzzy
Like the worn out patterned blanket
you snuggle when autumn comes
Your voice fading out
Like the in between station on the radio.
People walking right by
And when you reach out to them
To feel the certainty of them
Their unchanging nature,
They shiver
you are the unwanted bitterness of transition
Not here but not there either
Slowly you’ll find yourself in this space
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
Like a prison cell that you have grown too used to
But your sentence will end quickly
Soon you’ll go back to the loud cluttered life of most
with deadlines and due dates
meetings and events
Saying good wishes to people you hardly know
and hoping to fit in with those who are socially higher,
Better off, or so you think,
Your insides are clouded with the ideas of that lifestyle
worry and judgement
Anger and greed, your
Head buzzes
Heart thumps
Gut gurgles
All must be stilled to stay here
How you ask,
Well my dear friend
I’ll confess
Many have tried to keep their ties here
Friend and foe alike
But, few have succeeded
Long enough to stay
To truly be invisible one first must stand out

Year: 
2016
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