Sunday, November 28, 2010

SOLILOQUEY

Is it me?
Why do I feel this way?
Everything is topsy turvy
My world has gone w=underground
My reality is gone
I am left with this
This….
There is nothing here
Empty rooms are all I have
What was a home
Has become a shell
Of what it was.
Memories flood my mind
I hear your voice
Your voice is in my head
My head is spinning
I think I am going crazy
My world is spinning.
Round and round it goes
Can you feel it?
Do you see it?
No?
Maybe I am going crazy.

©thelma migue

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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