The Void
I've heard some call it daydreaming
When one is lost in a vacant stare.
What is she thinking? They ponder...
The truth is, nothing's there!
I see their lips a moving
But I know not what they say.
I hear the sound of voices.
Yet, I'm somehow far away.
At times they don't connect,
The information and my mind.
There's no input to make sense of;
It's like I'm sometimes deaf or blind.
This void causes frustration!
More common now, less rare.
How can I feel so distant
When I'm really, very near?
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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