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Mar 2015
Some people say they can control it.
They say or the show that they only get a little hyper, a bit impulsive.
If only I were so lucky.
My mind ever drifting on a cloud of noises, movements, sights and sounds.
Everything around me s captured in my ears and eyes but there is so much that it's overwhelming.
My focus is like a dead branch against the stormy winds of summer.
It only takes a mild gust to send me bounding down.
I'm drowning In a sea of sounds,sights, and smells.
Some say that it's great I notice so much but I can't help feeling what I should notice, what I need to see, eludes me constantly.
Maybe I feel this way because I am waiting for that one moment, that single moment, that will fix a problem in my life which I feel is holding me back.
I'm not scared of not noticing something important because I probably have.
I just didn't notice that it was important.
The Bard
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