As with all your pieces the flow is lovely and the imagery crisp though haunting, “greet the summer moon in its zenith…sunglasses…so…cliché’s and critics cab be blinded from my sight.” The melancholy is somehow soothing though a constant reminder in the form of a dull pain, an ache, “”let me sink down in my couch without the idea of idealistic imagery” – there is surrender here, a spirit lulled to sleep but desperate to wake. “Let me press the pause button on my life” can indicate a number of feelings…how can life be paused I wonder? Postpone away the days and nights and one is not paused but dead…or stand outside and observe the still scene, both ‘you’ and ‘them’ though not in motion lacks the full effect. A ‘pause’ of the subjective leads to a larger view…though all in all this poem is overflowing with loneliness marked by “broken heart-shaped arrows”. A man walking in a dream, wishing to wake and step into the next one...a nice write Chris :-)

I think we've all had that feeling... I usually end up too hopeless to even write about it. You did a good job of it, though. ~Nita

'Let me see the world with my sunglasses on so that maybe cliches and critics can be blinded from my sight.', well, its always good to keep the eyes open to SEE . Whats needed is to play roles even when you have to play the role of not playing a role. We are not alone and we ought to learn the language of the colony we live in. The outsiderness is so distinct and intended in this piece which expresses the theme with clarity and momentum of its own.