All around me,
People talking,
Laughing,
Whispering.
Poking fun at each other.
I see them,
But I'm not here.
I'm on a home movie,
Maybe,
That's why I feel this way.
I'm aware of my surroundings,
Of the people,
Of my friends,
Of the voices calling to me.
But I can't move.
I can't respond.
I can barely breathe.
I can feel the distance,
Like a brick wall that'll never be conquered.
Like a shutting off.
Like isolation.
And it stabs.
But I can't stab back,
I can't even lift a finger.
I'm frozen,
Trapped,
Paralyzed.
In time.
In this moment.
Then,
someone slaps me,
And I'm back.
I recovered.
I'm here.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
