World of my own – TB

3 Jan

People, around me, make me nervous.
Imagine them as words.
Impatience and boredom are sitting across from me.
There is also love and sleep, very sweet.
Let love sleep but first let me ask you something. 
Three things in the world never change,  what are they?
Existence exists is the only fact that may never change.
I was hoping for the sea, the moon and the sky but never mind.
Back to the people, tell me what you see.
There are too many eyes to register.
I can only read myself and
I say panic.


2 Responses to “World of my own – TB”

  1. Kenia Santos January 3, 2015 at 8:55 pm #

    It’s not often we grant others a peek into our private worlds. It is always beautiful that those allowed to look inside us do so with the kindest of eyes and words.

    Really like this poem.

  2. sedge808 January 4, 2015 at 2:43 am #

    ‘There are too many eyes to register.’
    excellent work.

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