My World
My world has always been a world of eternal dusk not so dark I could not see but
not light enough to see more then a foot in front of me. There are other people in this
world I can just barely see them. They are transparent just outlines of people when I
watch them move it seems like the air around them is honey they move so slow. I have
screamed at them them but they seem unable to hear or see me and I pass right through them
If I reach for them. As the years have gone by I have grown to realize that they are not
just outlines but I'm the one who is not fully here. This is how I have been living my
life as an outline and as the years kept passing I found myself becoming less and less of
what I was,slowly began to lose my mind. No longer trying to get people to see me or hear
me I have been walking up and down the same road mumbling to myself for the past 10 years.
But a week ago a light appeared just a dim light far off into the distance but a light
none the less. I have been slowly drawn to this light ever since. It's still so far away
but I have begone to hear a soft female voice calling to me. But I'm fading so fast I am
trying with everything I have left to reach that light and find where the voice is coming
from.
Copyright © Christopher Waters | Year Posted 2010
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