by pattikeno
I feel so small
so insignificant
a speck
that you will
never see
nor will you
ever hear
the heart that
beats within
me
i try to speak
but my words
get lost
in this crowd
the crowd that
surrounds me
and shrinks
me
to nothing
makes me
feel small
and insignificant
shrinks me
to
nothing
insignificant
subatomic
me
lost in this
crowd
forever
lost
.
.
10/12/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 Patti Keno Poetry
by pattikeno
This desperate desire
for something more
than what is
for something more then what was
taking your hand
and grasping that chunk of hair
that you cut
thinking of all the days it knew
you rub your head
so short now
your head so light
should be easier to think
but then the headache sets in
and you lose your concentration
you lose the silence you
tried to commit to memory
and the voices close in
and the memories rise
to swallow you
in a volcano of emotion
leaving behind nothing
but ash
nothing but a hollow hole
where you once stood
Vesuvius all over again
volcanic eruptions swallow you
in their hot molten lava flow
and you are burnt
nothing but ashes
nothing but ashes and hair
5.29.1
©Patti Keno
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