You hear my words and respond
But it's only a reflection
Like the still surface of a pond
Belying turmoil below.
What was said will be lost
To the stream of sensory input
On which your focus lies
The distractions that matter.
The games on the phone in your hand
The series playing on the television
For the fourth time
The comfortable things.
We'll go over it again later,
After you nod off a while
And the real world breaks through,
For a time.
We'll get through an hour.
The morning.
The day.
I'll remind you.
We'll do what needs done,
Together.
It will come back.
You'll escape again
Into that reality of your own.
It comes back,
And so will I.
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Thanks for Reading! Comments are always appreciated!
Written for Vocal's What Comes Back Challenge:
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (6)
This is such a deep and soul searching poem. haunting and wonderfully sad...it all comes back. So true.
Heartbreaking and beautiful all at once. You have a way with words, my friend. Love this entry so much! {insert hearts here:)}
Fabulous work Dana! Well done!
❤️💯Wow, That's Deep, but nice entry!
This was such a beautiful and thoughtful piece 🌿✨ It really stayed with me even after reading.
I appreciate the way the stanzas grow shorter, as if trying to be brief enough to register to a fractured focus.