Someone Else’s Eyes
I don’t know what I’m doing
Somedays
My insides just push forward
And I write
I don’t know what it is
What is raised
It comes in and flows out
Worthwhile?
Perhaps today. Perhaps not.
I act and that’s all.
I cannot counter,
Fight
It’s there and voiced
And then it lies
For someone else’s
Eyes.Paula Antonello Moore, Prose poetry. Copyright: Thursday, June 4, 2015.
Image from D.L. Koontz
I know the feeling all to well.
Thanks. Always nice to hear we aren’t alone. 🙂
and here you say it best again 🙂
Great poetry ~
Thank you so much. Cheers!
oooh. Interesting. Feels like this just poured out of you as one of those “stream of consciousness” expressions. So true! B.
It so did, on the spot. You just feel that some days.