HANDCUFFED
Didn't you hear?
I am the trembling hands
of an old man
I just cannot help it.
My body shakes
and I sit on my hands
to show the world
that I am alright.
Rest assured,
I am normal.
The shakiness you see
does not exist,
it is only a figment
of your imagination,
a ghost.
At this point I am not
only lying to you,
but to myself as well.
Do not worry,
I do this all the time,
feed myself lies
from the morning
until the night
assuring myself,
assuring my body
that I can go on.
Some people would think
that this is absurd
but then again people
always think anything
"unique", is absurd.
That is the reason
why I sit on my hands
in the first place,
though I must admit
it does get tiring,
from time to time
It is as though my own
body
Refuses to acknowledge me
As if it's only capable of
Ignoring, and incapable
Of noticing.
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Okay so what I did for this poem was take a line from one of my other poems and expand it into a newer poem... so it's a little weird.
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}
