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Apathy is not the answer.
by Bek WilliamsSomedays
I am just holding my breath.
Really.
That's all it is.
A bit like flying,
with your feet on the ground,
and auto-pilot on.
And I've got this feeling
like I am bad news,
so I sit in stairwells and
at abandoned tables at
the end of the PS stacks,
and sometimes I overhear
conversations.
I don't care much for film anymore
and the words that used to mean
so much
have slipped from my mind
and I've slipped too.
And I value the silence,
really, I do.
It means much more to me
than I could ever express
in a single sentence.
That's the problem with
these words.
They fumble out of my mouth
and I'm left
grasping at straws
hoping for the right answer,
hoping that I am on time,
and hoping for something true.
And apathy is not the answer. 02/16/2009 Posted on 02/17/2009
Copyright © 2025 Bek Williams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/17/09 at 05:47 AM Whatever straws you're grasping at, they definitely seem to be taking you places. Another good one. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/18/09 at 02:43 AM And I value the silence,
really, I do.
It means much more to me
than I could ever express
in a single sentence....ah yes, the silences often speak volumes. very well expressed |
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