Isolated
By Amanda Robin
I see you through the fog
Of my life,
Standing there with your friends.
I think to myself,
Should I go over there
And introduce myself?
My throat feels like
Pine needles stuck in it.
My eyes feel focused
Like a hawk.
My lungs are tightened
Like a crushed can.
My palms are as wet
With sweat as
Niagara Falls.
My heart is in
My stomach.
And you know what?
They want me to find
My soul mate!
I can’t even talk
To you my friend!
By Amanda Robin
I see you through the fog
Of my life,
Standing there with your friends.
I think to myself,
Should I go over there
And introduce myself?
My throat feels like
Pine needles stuck in it.
My eyes feel focused
Like a hawk.
My lungs are tightened
Like a crushed can.
My palms are as wet
With sweat as
Niagara Falls.
My heart is in
My stomach.
And you know what?
They want me to find
My soul mate!
I can’t even talk
To you my friend!
Really like the poem, Amanda.
ReplyDeletethis is really well written. Sarah
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah and Drifter, I enjoy writing poetry and someday I planned to try to publish my work. Right now, I will settle for sharing it with beautiful, understanding people like the two of you.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
LA
Great poem:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amber
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