Do you ever feel frustrated?
I'm overcome with a million words
that I know I'll never say.
Time stops around me,
But my brain is a l i v e.
Thoughts gather,
and
jmup
aornud
Until I can't make sense of what I'm feeling.
E v e r y t h i n g becomes me.
I'm a deep, wide river
dried up in the sun.
Somehow barren,
yet
drowning.
I'm walking along this road,
not going anywhere.
I'm living each day of the year,
But it's routine, copied,
routine, copied,
routine, copied
The same t i c k,
t o c k,
t i c k,
t o c k,
Until I can't make sense,
Of where I'm going.
I am nowhere.
I'm spinning in every direction,
Standing on top of the world.
L O S T
But here
All the same.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Do you ever feel frustrated?
I'm overcome with a million words
that I know I'll never say.
Time stops around me,
But my brain is a l i v e.
Thoughts gather,
and
jmup
aornud
Until I can't make sense of what I'm feeling.
E v e r y t h i n g becomes me.
I'm a deep, wide river
dried up in the sun.
Somehow barren,
yet
drowning.
I'm walking along this road,
not going anywhere.
I'm living each day of the year,
But it's routine, copied,
routine, copied,
routine, copied
The same t i c k,
t o c k,
t i c k,
t o c k,
Until I can't make sense,
Of where I'm going.
I am nowhere.
I'm spinning in every direction,
Standing on top of the world.
L O S T
But here
All the same.
Part One
Is It Just Me?
Spoken World Poetry
Part Two : http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1594985/2-is-it-just-me/
Part Three : http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1645842/3-is-it-just-me/
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