words been said
tasks been given
thoughts been processing
but nothing is happeningthe words are formed
but the letters aren't in order
the voices are clear
but the people underwaterit's not a humming
not meaning
nor sounds
it is not noises I'm hearingit is not what I do
but what I do not hear
I know the words
but their meanings aren't clearthe words I see
flying around in the room
it's hard to catch them
so I do not bother bloom
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.