Monday, January 30, 2012

Underwater.


Underwater.
No air.
Oddly enough,
I don't care.

Tears streaming,
babies screaming,
still I sit
dreaming.

Living life as a
shell.

Dusty, dull,
hollow.
How to break out
I do not know,
too big a piece to
swallow.

No one seems to know,
No one understands.
Too hard to keep up
Too many demands.

Underwater.
No air.
I am right in front of you.
But not really there.

An original poem - 1.8.12

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7 comments:

Elisha(: said...

love the picture!!

Chrissy said...

This pretty much sums up how I am feeling. It's wonderful!

MacKensie said...

Wow. That's beautiful, Aunie. Thanks for sharing.

Just Daisy said...

Beautiful words, love the rhyme scheme pretty good for it to not be a poem ;)

xoxo,
daisy

Daisy said...

Great poem! :)

Chloe Jacqueline said...

Beautiful post. Very full of feeling. I totally related with this poem. There are times where I feel I am just running through the motions and am not actually connected or there.

Cat said...

You're an amazing writer. So much feeling in there, and it made even more sense when I saw when it was written

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