Curious, as to something that just popped in my head.
Do you fall asleep before you hit the bed?
Or, are just numb and not really there?
Vaguely respond.
No one will notice.
And, quite eloquently put no one will care.
Only due to the fact that you're intrinsically scared.
One can wonder and ponder.
My analysis is that you're afraid to let any one in.
Like the little pigs being chased by wolves.
Always running yet never afraid to let them see you.
She who hides in the dark of night.
Will be exposed in the flash of lights.
She who consumes spirituality finds a path that leads them to solitary peace.
Wouldn't it be great she says.
If I can show them the face of God.
Show them me.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
