Endlessness

Just around the corner

Scents or sounds

Faces or figures..

Planes or lines..

Of some kind..

These invasions

they..

Seem to distort

Into each other

Just around the corner

Screaming instruments

they..

Seem to clash

Into each other

Wanting to feel my own presence

Mine and only mine

Oh, where..

Where am I to stand

Between what I

receive and hand?

Reviews

[Tom27]

Mystery and vague envelopes your writing, giving it a certain enigma. A poem is a mode of expression by the author and as far as this poem gets, other than being well written in mystery, i had hoped to understand its depth. Although the poem spoke to me, i failed to grasp the meaning behind it. That could be the beauty of it. No offense intended