Clogged Streams.

Shushing words, no longer my own

Ghostly apparitions, echoing wails

of original selves and slurred advice

While I bump along murky eyed

half humans, pretending all the way

Life eh? Is this it?

Groping after life in dreams?

clutching wisdom, my jejune babe?

Hope's immortal, the fighter

Why let go, it says,

Suppose, pretend, feign..

Reviews

[Groovy]

Poignant and descriptive. Great write

[Kenneth The Poet]

Lost in a haze of misunderstanding, that is what I feel this poem is about. Nice work.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

this puts me in mind of being on a crowded city street with bodies all around you and feeling everyone's feelings as your own. (I hate crowds) love it!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

So profound and beautiful :)

[Gitana Deneff]

sounds wise.

[Larry Dyson]

seems that describes my life as of yet...well penned

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Suppose, pretend, feign - indeed great advice for the poet within, a very well penned piece, well done, good read.