Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Alone

I feel out of touch,
Out of reach, alone.
Feelings rush over me
But I'm numb, just cold.
I want to care,
I want to remember;
I want to laugh
And share the secrets.

I feel like I'm
Being bad, irresponsible.
My mind is empty
Right now.
Remember, remember.
The spell will break,
I'll come around.
You'll recognize me VERY soon!

© Angela Henson 2007

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Your poetry is very nice! What is with the copyright symbol? Are you working on a poetry compilation of sorts or just trying to protect your rights on the Internet?

Senor Granto said...

When did you write this?