I am always rewinding things
To hear the sounds of what
It is missed between spaces:
Like words that were not spoken,
Wonderful things never said
But were going through my mind!
Like a hard rubber ball
Bouncing back and forth
Between crashed walls
Filled with hollow spaces
When echoes reverberate
With an incessant sound of
Inarticulate and unknown voices!
Incomprehensible madness
Of hollow sounds that crash
Against walls and that drives me
Totally insane when I really try
So hard to coexist in a world
That is outside and beyond me
And that seems to have no end
Until my last day on earth
Acting like a rubber ball!
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A WELL WRITTEN POEM THERES A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THAT CAN RELATE TO THIS; WELL DONE. HUGS AND KISSES, CHRISTINA
Sadly we oftem miss the important whilst listening to the medley of irelevant sounds
Nothingness resounded in your brain you explain what we all have...hollow sounds...excellent bouncing of words Romeo regards
an excellent write about yourself. many things go on in our minds.
Nice write. I like this poem. It reminds me of Emerson's admonishment for a man to speak his mind or risk hearing his own ideas expressed by someone else.
'Incomprehensible Maddening hollow sounds Crash against walls of hollow sounds... Which drive me to madness Trying to coexist In a world outside me...' Like it! Nice write
there is sometimes a feeling of void and emptyness between space andtime, where there is only inaction.i loved this poem because it goes from matter to subtle things, which is a undescribable feeling.great poem. ritty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a real life.........purity arrived and finding out who am I is the course of life........