Unsenseless Being Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

Enjoying his own time
Playing on the computer; for hours and hours
He does it every day.

Silence but strange,
He has things in his mind,
Does not speak, doesn't want to involve
But he is there every day
A day passed by familiarly.

He has a bad experience in life
Which causes him petrified
And neglect.

Sensitive of his feeling,
Appeared the hurt,
Loses from something beyond that effect
In his present time to someone.
Ignoring the possibility,
The essence of happiness that may occur
In a time day of life.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
17 July 2006
12: 30 PM