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Wed 4 Jun, 2003 02:31 pm
My feet are invisible,
and I don't recognize the signs.
My legs are moving,
but I am not controlling them.
Their feet are there to trip me,
and I have no hands to catch myself.
I don't know where I am going...
My mind is racing,
but I find it hard to rationalize.
My chest is tight,
and I am fighting for breath.
The faces are all familiar,
but no one sees me dying.
I don't know where I want to be...
Tears well up in my eyes,
but they are trapped behind my stare.
Anger builds in my chest,
and I am unable to scream.
My past haunts me,
and they continue to taunt me.
I am so lonely.
Excellent description of 'lonely' and deserted, brianm.
(I hope this is just a good writing of prose, and not your circumstances.)
however, we have ALL been there, at one time and in one way, or another. Welcome to A2K
I agree, a really good description of loneliness and distancing yourself from people and 'the real world' - or at least they're the emotions I got the image of when reading this.
Nice peom
Same feeling. I understand..
I am glad you all enjoyed it. I realy enjoyed writing it.
deep and well written.
"their feet are there to trip me
and i have no hands to catch myself"
those are my fav'rite lines. great imagination.
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