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Poem: Listen

Listen

 

I can’t anymore,

The gossip is draining me,

So I switch onto auto pilot,

Neither wishing to move, nor walk away,

My brain hears but my heart is taking in the greenery,

The fresh air calms me,

A lifetime ago,

Same time,

Different place,

Different face,

But I know you are with me,

I no longer feel attached to my feelings,

Are they false?

Am I still me?

I’m not sure,

I know these traits are ingrained,

To care,

To listen,

But I don’t want to know anymore.

 


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