A million tiny pinpricks
the brightness of the sun
they would blind you
if you looked right at them.
A thousand earsplitting whispers
wishing you well,
pushing you on
they would deafen you
if you hadn't already stopped hearing them.
A sea of faces
fades into black before the horizon
if you didn't know not to
acknowledge them,
you might.
Someday,
years from now I can guarantee
those million spotlights
will blind you
those thousand voices
will drown out your own
that sea of faces will look back
Confused(?)
Disgusted(?)
or worse
disinterested
Fifteen minutes is up.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
A million tiny pinpricks
the brightness of the sun
they would blind you
if you looked right at them.
A thousand earsplitting whispers
wishing you well,
pushing you on
they would deafen you
if you hadn't already stopped hearing them.
A sea of faces
fades into black before the horizon
if you didn't know not to
acknowledge them,
you might.
Someday,
years from now I can guarantee
those million spotlights
will blind you
those thousand voices
will drown out your own
that sea of faces will look back
Confused(?)
Disgusted(?)
or worse
disinterested
Fifteen minutes is up.
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