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Nov 2014
Surrounded I feel more removed than ever. In a trudge thru a large crowd with my head down I see cracks in things. Yes my eyes are open. You have seen me on the bus or passing by at night. I was listening as you berated someone for twenty minutes on your phone at the back end where the lights don't shine and nothing seems real. I observe manic ego-Kings in dilusional splendor. Self congratulatory disciples of conditioned fear.
But there is music running through us all.
Every week I see towering redwoods and hovering skyscrapers; feel love and pain in the shadows abound. It's a constant meander, is it not? Up and down I'm here but where exactly? Instabilities act as isolation fuel. Floating around in a dream world unable to articulate how it feels. Memories pile up like old tires in a vacant lot beneath flickering neon. Some rot to the bone while the rest grow wild, continuously. The future stacks up as it tends to and we ask if anyone is out there, silently to the dusk within.
Metanoia
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Metanoia  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
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     Weeping willow, Rose, ryn, --- and Erenn
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