Poetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...
This was actually school work but I had fun doing it. ®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®
Laughter fills the air, Don't take it personal, My mind says, Dry of emotion, Seasoned with normalcy.
And in the midst of all the noise, I can still hear myself gulp, Sigh, And feel unwilling old muscles fake a smile.
They blink at me, Tick tock, Eyes full, Scrutinizing, but they see me not, Ears alert, For the ringing of silence, How can they even attend to me, When my voice they have not yet perceived? Stricken by that still deafening voice inside, Sharing those sweet intrapersonal thoughts, As they sink deeper into their seats, Relaxed, Immersed in the comfort That that common, hollow cushion provides, The relief accompanied by paid education.
My lips move, Tick tock. Speaking words, Words that are free, But perhaps too free to be appreciated, For be it not for my own voice, Throbbing in my ears, I'd believe it too that I had not spoken at all, For their faces stain still with grim expressions.
Then GOD permit me, I asked a question, Tick tock. Stubborn eyes shift from open text books, Tick tock. I question the merit of my profession, Tick tock. My hands ache from the heavy baton of a tired sender, Tick tock, Sounds again my imaginary clock, That borders on the edge of reality, Shaped, Created by the tension, Of a stagnant communication.
And as if there was a breach of my mind, A leak of my internal noise, A hand pops up in the midst of it all, And answers my one question, Or was it all?.... With a voice not tainted with impatience Nor marinated in cockiness But drenched in humility, A response.
I shake my head, Yes!!! An involuntary smile following, Heart warmed with a new found strength.
The bell rings, And as if personified with the voice of an angel, As to buy such attention, Slouched bodies awake, Taking sweet refuge, Rushing for the door, Relieved at last from their detention.
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This can be school life at times. I haven't been making much updates lately with this poetry book but I hope it's been interesting so far. Thanks for the votes and reads. Be the first to vote and comment on this. ★★★
