Mar 2015
STOP
completely confused
unattuned
to the world around me.
difficult choices
which aren't mine to make
buzzing around
my head.
static in the air waves
my heart digging its own grave
what is the route of escape?
completely confused
unattuned
to the world around me.
difficult choices
which aren't mine to make
buzzing around
my head.
static in the air waves
my heart digging its own grave
what is the route of escape?
I wrote this in high school, many many years ago. It's been in my head ever since. I'm not sure that "unrequited" was the original title, but it fits. It was originally a concrete poem with chaos evident in its form.
