One, two, three.
Oh, hello I didn't see you there.
Hi my dear.
Four, five, six.
Hey, how are you today?
Yo what have you been up to?
Seven, eight, nine.
I wonder if you remember me.
I remember then.
I remember now.
Ten, and more.
I've been counting.
All the wholes I've stared at.
Very time I feel this way.
I remember all the things.
I don't want to.
But here I lay.
Staring up at you, my ceiling.
Hello....
I know every time I see you.
It's never good.
I want to be happy but I know when I see you.
I'm sad.
I'm thinking.
About things I've done.
And not done.
But no amount of words.
Could stop me from doing this.
Looking up at you.
It's a nightmare or a dream.
Yes, a nightmare.
Couldn't be anything else.
It's a nightmare staring at you.
Up there.
I see you.
I talk to you.
But nothing happens.
what am I thinking.
Something happening.
No way.
I must stop this.
I'm going to sleep now.
Goodnight my ceiling.
S.R.Worth
YOU ARE READING
Seeing colour in the shade
ŞiirI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
