The Peak Oil Poet

Paris Metro - Poem by The Peak Oil Poet

I sit
my universe a cloud about my head like an unseen halo
as the universes of those that sit, distant eyed
facing unseen me

i long to shout - i am, i am
but all that comes is fear
and my universe tightens about my self
shrinking away from those who seem
to have had their universes shrunk to less than mine is now

i look for another
who's soul looks out enquiringly as mine
for there are many eyes that surely echo more
than simple reflections of magazines and papers

there, a glimpse as we sway collected on a bend
but no, the brightness hinted seems obscured
or in well accustomed withdrawal
seeks refuge in a page

will i become as they
my universe withdrawn, within my dustcoat
and unloved?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013

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