Beating Tree (august 16 1995)
Always lost in thought
Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.
Always hearing nothing but myself, always deaf.
Always trapped, always not looking back.
Always, always, always, always, always, always, always lost in thought.
Comments about this poem (Always lost in thought by Beating Tree )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings