Best Poems Written by India Emmott Bennett

Lost

Engines, you can hear them
Trees, You can feel them
Flowers, You can smell them 
But there’s nothing there

Sun scorches your rough skin 
Long Grass tickles your weak legs
Sticks scrape your rigid ankles
But there’s nothing there

When did it start,
When will it end,
How did it happen,
How will it stop,
Who did this,
Who will You condemn

Black 
Black
Just black
You are lost in your own mind
With inadequate sight

Copyright © India Emmott Bennett | Year Posted 2019