Too aware of my surroundings,
ears wide open.
I feel the static
as my bones get shaken
with the sounds of traffic.
I reach a place, shadows fall
right into that same place
but i can't tell, their motives
or why they're staring.
Have i gone the wrong road?
the pen i'm holding rejects my grip
and i just can't believe,
that i'm still here.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoesíaPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
