Date: 19.09.2007
Time: 1:25 p.m.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
What makes me so calm
When there is life all around?
Life that throbs and pulsates with both energy and pain
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
Why do words fail to form
When I wish to frame a question?
A question caught within the folds of my throat
I am dull, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
When there is a disturbance
Do I turn to look, to see what caused it?
It has an electrifying hold on the crowd, but
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
My glassy stare conveys naught
It is hollow like the soul within
My glassy stare shields my vulnerability
Sparing the emotions within
My glassy stare clouds my thoughts
From the thieving world.
End: 1:35 p.m.
~*~
This poem was inspired by the portrait. Somewhat. And something else that happened today. Not having a scanner is terribly irritating.
Time: 1:25 p.m.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
What makes me so calm
When there is life all around?
Life that throbs and pulsates with both energy and pain
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
Why do words fail to form
When I wish to frame a question?
A question caught within the folds of my throat
I am dull, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
When there is a disturbance
Do I turn to look, to see what caused it?
It has an electrifying hold on the crowd, but
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
My glassy stare conveys naught
It is hollow like the soul within
My glassy stare shields my vulnerability
Sparing the emotions within
My glassy stare clouds my thoughts
From the thieving world.
End: 1:35 p.m.
~*~
This poem was inspired by the portrait. Somewhat. And something else that happened today. Not having a scanner is terribly irritating.
5 comments:
This person in your poem sounds eerily familiar to someone I know (my alter ego). Thanks for the compliment on my blog name. It's pretty self-explanatory. :D
P.S. I'm so inspired by someone's screen name that I'm tempted to change my screen name to Viscous Luminosity.
P.P.S. How does one manage to interact with you on a more non-public forum like say e-mail?
You know.
i feel numb too at times.i identify :P
See my essay. Read your poem after that.
Very weird. Yeah.
{Which goes on to say that your poem is awesome. It goes very well with that portrait. You drew it?}
Even I feel the same many times. BTW, portrait is absolute class.
Post a Comment