Tuesday Poetry: Busy Bodies Buzzing

The same old thought patterns
I can’t break away
Feelings of despair
Sadness – 
Everyone’s too busy
While I’m stuck in this
Lonely world with nothing
Nothing but words
It would be easier if
People heard or read my words
No one’s listening – 
They can’t hear anything except
Their own brain noise
All I hear is noise
Words help make things quiet
Words don’t embrace you
The way others can but
Everyone’s too busy – 
And I wrap myself with words

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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