hike 2

jark

uncomfortable dirty buds buzzing bummer songs into my brain 
they hurt my ears, i’d rather walk in silence than with this pain 
i search and i scour 
for places with sufficient solitude 
quietly, with light steps 
i try not to intrude 
for i'm never first 
to a valley of soft grass and tender earth 
there’s men and women sleeping there 
whole families in a city 
made of tents and trash, done up pretty 
anything with utility 
my whole life is a handful of sketches 
their whole existence is a trash bag of dishes 
and i don’t know how people can compartmentalize 
i wouldn’t last a day with my overstimulated eyes 
i’m all plugged in 
and tapped out 
i’m apathetic and down 
i just can’t be alone with all these strangers around 

  • Author: jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 01:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: another one from may, haven't been super creative
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'quietly, with light steps
    i try not to intrude
    for i'm never first
    to a valley of soft grass and tender earth'

    'my whole life is a handful of sketches
    their whole existence is a trash bag of dishes
    and i don’t know how people can compartmentalize
    i wouldn’t last a day with my overstimulated eyes'
    (did so well, to poetically enrich
    your work
    by painstakingly, refining your complex thoughts)
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet
    a great read!



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