7:14 pm
there's something addictive to
standing on the platform
where your words are directed
at everybody yet nobody
something free in
shouting into the void at the top of your lungs
unsure if there will be a response
the very thoughts you couldn't tell even your closest friends
something about not seeing the faces in the crowd
dares me to speak
but
i'm afraid i just made eye contact
YOU ARE READING
thinking in verse
Poetryeveryday thoughts turned into poetry (photo creds : https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/d7/81/0ed781f7602d4f81a5bf161c321179c0.jpg )