Unconscious
The world is in overdrive
I'm unconscious I believe
People speak
And I hear nothing
Crowds of people
Are walking
smiling, laughing
Going somewhere
I just watch them
Wonder about them
I sit still
Nothing touches me
My mind wanders
I walk to
lunch, class, meetings,
home
I don't speak
Numbness creeps
The world is busy
I am thinking
But somehow
I'm unconscious I believe.
posted by Brittany @ 11:30 AM
1 Comments:
I'm with you, sometimes life doesn't feel engaging or maybe I'm not engaging....either way I like the way you write your poems.
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