This place is so full, so quiet,
So empty, so loud,
I’m feeling lonely
In a never-ending crowd.
To you I am talking,
And I’m ignoring you,
I’m telling a lie that couldn’t be more true.
You’ve forgotten me,
Yet I’m all you think of,
I’m watching the traffic,
Go by above.
I know no English,
Yet I'm writing this poem,
I have no needle, no thread,
And yet I am sewing.
The world is spinning
But the Earth is still,
I am just newborn,
Now I'm writing my will.
I am my own sister,
My father, my mother,
In the same house we live,
And never see eachother.
I know not my way about,
But I know where I'm going,
I dont have a garden,
And the lawn needs mowing.
I have a voice
But I'm unable to speak,
I'm still climbing the mountain,
When I'm at the peak.
There are no witnesses to a public suicide,
There's a monster in the forest
and there's nowhere to hide
i dnt no if u meant to write this poem to confuse ppl but i can totally relate- i think that this poem is amazing, to me it is just metaphors 4 a msg wich says that no 1 understands u n that u r confused- n this is y i love it- its like being in love- well this i s wot i get frm it anyways- but your poem is art- wich makes a different impresion on every1 xXx laura xXx
Gr8 poems terri
It speaks such true words and feeling
Well Done hope u go far wiv ur writing
luv Vicky x