Poetry (words)

Stepping aside. 

Sat at the station seeing the people all watching their screens, bland faces, blank minds all giving in. It dawned on me how bored I am. With this and that in this stagnating pool on which I’m skimming. 

The chit chat on the platform, nonsensical sentences, tv and catalogues and singing Amazon boxes. I am confident here amongst this, I am aware of obvious failings. 

Everyone’s screaming ‘look at me’ whilst the world just passes them by, so desperate for attention at whatever cost, just as long as they don’t have to try. 

Little by little I’m stepping away from the melee that’s drowning my will. There’s so much more I desire than to just observe while those around me stand still. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s