Thoughts
Thoughts
Drift.
A voice
Calling
Making us relive
Mistakes.
Moments.
Good & Bad.
Listening to choices
We make.
We are thought.
Drifting.
Floating.
Flying.
Through a world
Of nothing.
Listening
To
Voices
Tell us.
We're broken
As if that’s
New.
The truth lies
Where we don’t go.
Where there are
No voices
To tell us
Our
Faults.
Mistakes.
Where we cannot
Drift.
Float.
Fly.
To get over.
No.
We have to learn
To deal
With
Problems.
We need to learn
To
Accept
That reality is our life.
But thought
Is still
There.
Watching.
Pointing out.
Every mistake.
We Make
Or Made.
And when you stand on
That chair.
And tie the rope
Your neck.
Think of
Drifting.
The voice.
That relives our mistakes
One.
More.
Time.
Listening to choices
We make.
One.
More.
Time.
Now you will be thought.
Drifting.
Floating.
Flying.
Like you are invincible.
But, the truth is
You’re doing this
Because
You are invisible.
Well now
You are truly invisible.
And alone.
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your narrative pulls me in, Natalie E and I find myself reading this poem over and over like I'm reading an extended mantra with the theme of 'self awareness' or coming to grips with the reality that certain choices present....unique and interesting poem with a heartbeat, though a different meaning presents itself each time I read, I may not fully understand all of it, but I did enjoy the experience....may I extend to you a welcome to 'poetryland' looking forward to reading more from you
Thank you. As an aspiring author and poet, I need feedback from fellow peers and even strangers so thank you.