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 9 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

9 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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