Crowded
And kept
Confined,
We're
Crammed
Causing
Calamity
Within me.
I cannot begin to
Comprehend
Most things about
People.
A plane
Filled with passengers
And my
Meter
Is
Perpetually
Running l o w . . .
My meter for:
Pretending,
Understanding,
Tolerating,
Being.
A car
With barely enough gas to
Get by.
Trudging
Along
One
Movement
At
A
Time.
Others pass by
Through an autobahn
Essentially unnoticed.
Their music
Blares.
Their lights
Beam.
Their horns
Boom.
Yet they're left
Behind me.
As I'm speeding
By.
YOU ARE READING
My Human Experience
PoesieA collection of poetry pieces I've written over the years. I've decided to share some here in case they tickle anyone's interests. Doesn't need to be read in a specific order ~ Mental illness isn't pretty or aesthetic, but writing it out and reading...
