The Camera
1 June, 2005
Author: Mike
Take a picture of me.
what is it you see?
Is there nothing but an empty space?
A blur against the backdrop, but no face?
A picture speaks a thousand words,
But surely this must be absurd.
For how can a blank space speak?
And IF it could, the words would surely be weak?
You'd be unable to hear the cries, the moans.
You'd see only a blur, not me looking for home.
You'd see nothing, just the walls and a hole.
A hole where, smiling, should be my soul.
------- Author's Notes -------
Sometimes, a person can be made to feel so small, to feel they are a "nothing". A few of my recent poems have been about this feeling. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Yanny (82.31.4.101) -- Wednesday, June 8 2005, 07:33 pm i noticed that sub conciously... that sounds so weird but yeah. Don't let anyone put you down Michael, you are big. larger than life. in my opinion anyway |
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