Bubble

jess_18

I sit here. In the isolated bubble I have created. I hear no noise. I speak to no one.

I sit here. Watching. Seeing. But never speaking.

I sit here. As I see the world the feeling of want is back.

I sit here waiting for someone to pop my bubble.

Patience that’s all it take. But do I have it?

Pop. Pop. Pop.

 

Bubbles pop all around me. But I’m stuck

I’m banging to get out but no one hears me.

I sit here. Without a sound.

I sit here. With no one hears the screams

Everyone is leaving

And I can’t move.

 I just sit here.

  • Author: jess_18 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2016 17:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    HI JESS - Love the poem (nice structure) and love the theme ! In essence we all live in bubbles called our personal space ! In stanza 1. your bubble seems too impenetrable (it happens) and we wait (in vain) for someone to pop it ! In stanza 2. the situation worsens. No one hears you - everyone leaves ! YES you are safe - but imobile - inside your bubble that no one POPS ! JESS you really must get out more ! Thanks for sharing - awesome - BRIAN

  • plankton

    A coyote wants to howl,
    wants to pop
    in downtown L.A.
    wants the patience
    to know Inglewood,
    when the Trojans are bad.

    Feel sonically,
    and can't move.

    Are we moving yet?



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