nervous disposition

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by MrSpaceBound, Oct 16, 2011.

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  1. MrSpaceBound

    MrSpaceBound Well-Known Member

    Piercing
    Burning
    All of the heads turning
    Head down to the ground
    Fear with every SOUND
    Cross over the road
    Groups of people, here comes a load
    Cross back over
    Same problems but now I'm older
    A pricked ear at every whisper
    All this walking, a life full of blisters
     
  2. GreyCat

    GreyCat Well-Known Member

    That poem really describes the feeling of alarm in public. I have felt like that. Hugs
     
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