Tell me again why I’m here?
When
the world and everything around
goes away in flashes;
I only get little pieces
and they don’t make sense.
How can I put them together again?
The lights of people’s lives go by.
I stand in the middle staring up,
watching the time, watching their lies;
they’re running in circles
in their picture perfect world;
constant flee, constant change.
Yet here I am still,
watching it all go down today;
unmoved, unchanged;
splashing in this little whirlpool,
going round and round...
how I wish it would stop!
Author notes
Yay...? Inspired by pictures of city lights...there were a lot of them. It was the whole idea in general.
Suggestions are welcome from open minds
Comments
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So interesting. I love how you describe the little pieces, it makes me think of broken jigsaw pieces. The 4th stanza was great and my favourite, it gave such depth and insight into what you were trying to portray. Such vivid language and meaning. A very enjoyable read
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