Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Out There and Floating on a Raft

Raffia in a traffic-stand-still.
We no longer hear the buzz of monitors.
Our faces capture the glow of the setting sun.

I write out poems containing
groups of people because I am
lonely. In my head I picture
myself surrounded by humans
that enjoy my company,
that laugh at my jokes
and allow silences to be taken
as a peaceful conclusion
rather then an awkward
Alas, these are reveries.
I wish dreaming could
lead me to better times.
At present, I am stuck
in a house and forgotten
by the outside world.
I barely exist in the minds
of others.

I am what my title explains,
out there and floating on raft...

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