We call this an internal dialogue, Yes, Yes we doA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryHe strolls down the streets of London Glaring at the neon The wonderful neon A reclusive extrovert locked in his own mind
Into a dreary cafe He lurked Eyes shooting over the room staring out at the people who occupy the corners Corners, precious These people with those eyes Trapped inside their heads like a puppy in a cage Being beaten daily with a barrage of vocal tortue
What would you say if you saw that in everyones eyes? You'd go insane! I already have
Anyway...
He bumbled past the tables Hearing them whisper and glare Orders a cup o' coffee And sits Alone on the floor Staring at the world
Now remember the eyes?
Well do you?!
They've vanished like a light being pulled from the mains Now it's dark He smiles Tapping his fingers on his cup
Tink... Tink... Tink... Tink...
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17 Reviews Added on May 4, 2011 Last Updated on May 4, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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