words been said
tasks been given
thoughts been processing
but nothing is happening
the words are formed
but the letters aren't in order
the voices are clear
but the people underwater
it's not a humming
not meaning
nor sounds
it is not noises I'm hearing
it is not what I do
but what I do not hear
I know the words
but their meanings aren't clear
the words I see
flying around in the room
it's hard to catch them
so I do not bother bloom
CZYTASZ
Talking heart
PoezjaTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
