![]() CapturedA Poem by John ByrdI had a daydream once. I fell into a dark hole. I could not see anything. All black everything. Maybe they were shadows, All my shadows in a room with me. You would think seeing another me Would make everything more clear. I was basically blinded. Imagine looking at 1,000 images of yourself Times 300,000. Why 3? Because I know my favorite number. Overwhelming Maybe that is why I can't see. Too much for my eyes to handle. Casted a slow virus on my iris. Slowly affecting my other senses. Not only can I not see. I can not smell. Or is there even anything to smell. I feel nothing. Not even my own hands. Reaching out and feeling emptiness. I do not think I can feel my heart beat. Emotionless. Careless. I can hear something. But I think it is my own voice. Maybe my shadows are talking to me or it could all be in my head. Only I really Know. I am not sure if I can taste Because there is nothing to taste... Besides myself.... Awkward thoughts. Do other people have dreams like this? I asked myself One shadow whispered to another. I hate secrets. They make me feel blinded Oh wait.... There are no secrets here. Yet I am sightless. My ironic iris. This is not a nightmare Because I am not scared But I am not happy. I am just here multiple times Stuck. I can't function So how would I escape? This black hole got me good. What can really capture you besides yourself?
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3 Reviews Added on September 20, 2014 Last Updated on September 20, 2014 Author![]() John ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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