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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Passing through
Out of step with life, the mainstream passing
by like ghosts or shadows. I can see them
but I'm not sure I am real to any one else.
Their mouths move, but silence clangs in my ears.
Conversation with self makes sense
but is unheard by others.
Putting one foot in front of the other,
trying not to trip over the ones of
those who don't seem to see
me.
(Written for Midnight Snack #3, 9/20/11)
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I so get that.
ReplyDeletebeautifully done. this poem expresses nicely the solitude. how alone do we feel even among a crowd of people. they seems to occupied by their worlds.
ReplyDeletereally liked the finishing lines.
"Putting one foot in front of the other,
trying not to trip over the ones of
those who don't seem to see
me."