That time has come

Escaped Raven

It's come

That time in the yr

Where everything

Everyone,

changes

Why, I don't know

but they do

 

It's loud

Their lots of voices

Small, big, loud, quiet

What am I doing here

How did I get here

I wanna leave

I get up

They turn to look at me

Those eyes

They burn holes through me

As if to say we've got you

But why

What have I done

I can't move

As if those eyes

Can shoot

But they can't

I know they can't

So why

why can't I move...

  • Author: Evernight (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2021 11:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: Even I the author am not sure what this is exactly about but anyway enjoy ig
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
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  • Lorna

    I did enjoy....

  • L. B. Mek

    a surreal depiction, inducing us to traverse a unique reading experience..
    I would just file this under that forgivingly 'all encompassing' umbrella of 'surrealism', and let it 'just be'.. lol
    an intriguing read, thanks for sharing

    • Escaped Raven

      Had to search up what surrealism was but thanks



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