Underwater.
No air.
Oddly enough,
I don't care.
Tears streaming,
babies screaming,
still I sit
dreaming.
Living life as a
shell.
Dusty, dull,
hollow.
How to break out
I do not know,
too big a piece to
swallow.
No one seems to know,
No one understands.
Too hard to keep up
Too many demands.
Underwater.
No air.
I am right in front of you.
But not really there.
An original poem - 1.8.12
An original poem - 1.8.12
7 comments:
love the picture!!
This pretty much sums up how I am feeling. It's wonderful!
Wow. That's beautiful, Aunie. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful words, love the rhyme scheme pretty good for it to not be a poem ;)
xoxo,
daisy
Great poem! :)
Beautiful post. Very full of feeling. I totally related with this poem. There are times where I feel I am just running through the motions and am not actually connected or there.
You're an amazing writer. So much feeling in there, and it made even more sense when I saw when it was written
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