Detached

This poem is based on this movie I recently had the good sense to watch- "The Detachment". It questioned, it prodded and I still can't stop thinking about the unanswered questions it left me with.

The feeling of being detached is so common- we are moving all the time, saying things, simply doing, but we still fail to hear what we want. We fail to make a connection. Sometimes, we fail to recognise ourselves-what we've become. It's the lingering hollowness that lies in the depths of our hearts, a feeling that haunts us when we're conscious; we all fear detachment, but it is, in a way, inevitable. 

This is a short poem that I've written inspired by the movie. I hope you feel it, I hope it makes you think, I hope it makes you want to make an effort to hang in there for a while- attached.

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I see myself as one of the faces,

drowning with the millions surrounding me,

A quick smile,  a wave and a goodbye,

I seem to have no time for company.

My heart thumps and longs for something deeper,

a connection perhaps, with someone who understands,

how it is to be so attached with the world,

and so detached from the heart.

I seem to find no answeres in my heart,

all I hear are regular thumps,

it says nothing, but it won't stop.

My mind keeps calculating, my body occupied,

but the core of my heart is still an idle site.

I feel so detached from the rest of me,

my eyes water for reasons I cannot fathom,

I look at things,

but its like I don't see anything at all.

I talk about things,

but they echo inside of me,

questioning my credibility,

whether my opinion is valid at all.

I don't realise how it is possible,

to be sucked in so deeply into the wold,

so attached to people,

but then attached to no one.

My mind still works,

my mouth still speaks,

and I am as a person, whole,

but a soul withering inside.

I see myself standing,

a short shadow in the dark,

I feel my heart thumping,

but there's nothing inside.