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...
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Author:
Evernight (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments2
I did enjoy....
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
Had to search up what surrealism was but thanks
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