Sensations

Does anyone see the people, perhaps its just a crowd 
Does anyone hear thunder, from inside a popcorn cloud
Does anyone smell the fire, after lighting up a smoke 
Does anyone taste hunger, before the gluttony chokes

Does anyone feel the pressure, building inside my head
Does anyone sense imbalance, pallbearers of our dead 
Does anyone know for certain, oh my she looks so pure
Does anyone rarely mistake, the stale breath of a whore

Does anyone get a laugh, just as we're spilling our guts 
Does anyone state the obvious, mankind's going nuts 
Does anyone hate another, and feel love for themselves 
Does anyone fall over the edge, when left on the shelf 

Does anyone recall moments, wishing they'd never end 
Does anyone wake up hopeless, a dream's only pretend
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Horsman Avatar
September 8, 2021 at 6:14 AM
Some of them, Dave, Oh and the waking up, a dream's only pretend yes to that. Great sonnet, different and clever.
Kavanagh  Avatar
September 8, 2021 at 6:30 AM
Thank you Harry, some of them are euphemistic of very dastardly bizarre behaviour, some pretty straightforward, but all can be sensed in our fallible human condition, cheers David
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