Awake

My words grow more quiet
as the world around me becomes more vibrant

colours, tastes, smells,
feeling the contours and surfaces of existence
people's eyes shining in so many different hues and warmths

Enjoy the silence
no more babbling about insignificant little things
only existing as problems because of boredom

The world is not boring
it is alive



Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-21 at 23:23

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Morning Star
I like your idea that problems exist from boredom. I think that's very true.

Very enlightening poem and beautifully written

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2012-06-22