Talking to myself

Talking to myself

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Why does it always sound like a conversation?

Let me tell you a secret.

Each word,
  said so quietly,
     is heard by someone.

I don't know who,
   but I know they are listening.

Shush,
   I hear them coming.

Time of the night.

   Maybe we can talk in the morning.

© 2015 Jon Roggie


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wow, what a concept...big brother is so close, even conversations with ourselves aren't safe now.

even our thoughts are read by others...this technological world has its intrusions.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

I can see that view. I was thinking more of Nurse Ratched.

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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