I Wonder...

A really old piece I found in a notebook somewhere. Decided to post it anyway ha

Phone full of numbers,

Yet not a single person to call.

Room full of faces,

No real friends here at all.

Town full of bodies,

Yet not a single soul around.

City full of houses,

Yet, no home to be found.

I wonder when the time will come,

When the numbers will become people,

The faces into friends,

The bodies into souls,

And the houses into homes.

Reviews

[Jack Isaac]

Wow! The questions run so deep in this poem. A sign of the genius mind at work. Ummm --as Reading Music put it --speechless --nobody's ever wondered about this before. For those who say "ahead of your time" please disregard, keep moving forward with this talent, never surrender, and you will become the standard by which all others write.

[Manpreet]

Lovely poem! I am really liking your style of expressing the reality of life.

[Aidz]

Just had a thought imagine adding Facebook friends ....

Like sit :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Strong description and left the reader with some good questions. Take a lot to create a home. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[EMMIE]

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!!!!! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVE OF UR POEMS.

[Dove]

I liked the way you kind of described loneliness. You did a great job on this poem.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Oh AMAZING poem! Made me thinking.

[Mike Winegar]

I like the way you convey the feeling of lonely anonymity. This is a really good read.