Everyday

by Yvonne   May 28, 2007


Everyday I sit on this bench
So many people around me
Yet I still feel so alone
There is so much noise
So much movement
But the world is still to me
I notice all of it
I see it all
But I don't understand
None of it makes sense
There is so much movement
Yet there is none
No meaning
No point
The same thing happens
Everyday

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  • 17 years ago

    by x Mo x

    Wow, that bench must be magical, now which bench is it? Just kidding, This poem is so descriptive of how your mind works. Which is so similar to mine, yet so different. WoW is all I can say, WoW....great poem!