The room is quiet
now.
I can close my eyes
if I want to
disappear.
I am invisible now.
People around me cannot see me.
I am an island
in a sea of solitude.
The silence brushes against my fingertips,
as waves brush against my beach.
I am alone with my thoughts.
We are in a room
talking together.
I am in control now, but
that can change.
If I get too scared,
I open my eyes
to the world
that was always there.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
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2 comments:
I've noticed the change in the tone of your poems. The voice is softer, more introspective...
...and I love it. (trying new stuff, too, eh? ^_^)
that is a wonderful poem on solitude. it can be refreshing as well as pertrifying.
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