Eyes looking in
Seeing, but not absorbing:
Glazed over in yet another
Failed attempt at human application.
Laughter too late:
Too loud, too long
Rinse. Repeat. Not even daily.
Too much effort and no
Reward beyond awkward glances:
Tense pauses, pointing fingers
Whispers behind hands.
Eating alone, written
Words for company tears
Staining perfect paper-
Guilt at marring another’s escape.
And then the tests come-
Black and white:
Accusatory out of date
What gear is out of place-
How do I change-
When- when will you belong
Change- become more than problem…
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Secret Life of Thought
PuisiSometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
