Note: This poem is an entry in Real Poetic's Mini Challenge which you can find here. The Prompt: Explore the theme of your greatest fear.
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I watch the earth revolve
Through a star flecked view
(Worlds away)
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People move like traffic
And I stay still like
The dotted lines of
A bitumen road
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There is a boy I used to love
Who smiles at someone else
And a girl I used to be
Best friends with who
Laughs without me
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There’s a crowd of
People I care about
Clustered close, complete
Far away from me
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When I speak
My words dissolve
Music at the end of a song
Bubbles in a bath
Tears in rain
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When I love
It goes unnoticed
A shooting star at midnight
Artwork in a darkened room
A confession after somebody
Has already walked away
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I am inexplicably overwhelmingly
Devastatingly terrified of
Never living
Of watching life take place
Before my open eyes
And never really taking part
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I reach out but
I am trapped behind
Unbreakable glass
And nobody seems
To mind my absence
As they surf time
Like it is a perfect wave
And I only manage to
Drown underneath it
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Comments (7)
This is incredible and probably my favourite of your entries to this challenge. I love the part that Naomi highlighted, but also equally the: "When I speak My words dissolve Music at the end of a song Bubbles in a bath Tears in rain" That is incredible descriptions and oh so vivid. Just - sublime!
Resonates so much!
"I reach out but I am trapped behind unbreakable glass and nobody seems to mind my absence" How many of us haven't felt that way. This poem was so evocative in it's breadth amazing work Poppy
“When I love It goes unnoticed A shooting star at midnight Artwork in a darkened room A confession after somebody Has already walked away“ I love this part especially. Vivid descriptions of not feeling seen or heard. I think every creator fears that, and I like that you mentioned different forms of self-expression. To express love. To be a shooting star at midnight makes me think of someone putting on a brilliant performance that is slept on. Art that doesn’t see the light of day, words never spoken to who they were meant for. Amazing! 👏🏼
There is a boy I used to love Who smiles at someone else And a girl I used to be Best friends with who Laughs without me These lines hit me so hard because I've been through that. I loved your poem so much!
Highly evocative & relevant in an isolating age. To have been born & died without ever having lived or belonged or participated....
Brilliant, bold, & beautiful!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕