Feeling Watched
City life is blinding me,
Loud and clamoring it demands
Coaxes me out of my hands
Makes it so i cant see.
Theres too many trees,
All swaying with their own melodies
Some mirror my pleas
Others crack until i cease
To use their glass as mirrors
Used to view my own innards
Their furniture is arranged differently
Something i could never be.
Solitude is blinding me,
Its broken and rusted though
The walls of a house I once grew
A lone hut next to a tree.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
