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Aug 2013
I'm surrounded
By family
And friends
And people
And places
And objects
And I see them
But don't feel them
Don't feel their connection to me, and mine to them
Not when I'm like this
Not when my mind is here
Not there with them and all that is
That is where it should be
But it's hardΒ 
You know
I hope you do...I hope someone does
Then I could feel them
I don't want to feel the heaviness
I want the light shine and weightlessness of joy
I guess you don't feel the rock underneath you, like you do when it is overhead
Funny how that is
We strive for joy and love and peace, but the pain and sad is what sticks
And gets us stuck
I hope I'm not stuck
And I don't think I am...really...but I worry
Written by
Mark Thompson  Chicago il
(Chicago il)   
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   Artelie Palijo
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