Lonely
Slowly, so slowly
I glide through the room
No one sees
No one hears
I cannot be sensed
Much less comprehended
I call to them
No reply
No reaction
Don't they realize
I am not there
Given cold shoulder
I lay at home
Staring at the ceiling
I glide through the room
No one sees
No one hears
I cannot be sensed
Much less comprehended
I call to them
No reply
No reaction
Don't they realize
I am not there
Given cold shoulder
I lay at home
Staring at the ceiling
posted by Chris @ 9:51 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home