Conversations With Strangers

 

 

I know eyes are meeting mine,

and they look at me so straight.

I fear that they will see me,

if they really concentrate.

I turn my glance unwilling,

talking through a sided voice.

I hope they didn't notice;

but I feel there is no choice.

 

They're waiting for an answer,

to questions that shouldn't phase.

I can respond in surface,

only through a certain daze.

I hear the conversation,

it starts ringing in my ears.

Flippantly, I follow on,

stealing moments from my fear.

 

But, I cannot stop this train,

it's circling in my mind;

running on my fuels of thought,

and flawed with old design.

If I could just forget this,

and thrive within the unknown;

I know I could be happy,

but—my thoughts are not alone.

Reviews

[Shadow of Sunshine]

this poem is really good, very surreal...!!! i really liked it, keep it up!!!