look around and see familiar faces
no eye contact, don't interact
they look down and count their measured paces
they ignore me, invisibility
stay wrapped up in their own private lifestyle
don't ask questions, don't seek answers
tell themselves they're going to run this mile
they can do it, they'll get through it
they don't seem to understand
that sometimes things go hand in hand
what's the point in climbing high
cuz you'll never reach the sky
don't tell people you need help
never tell them you need help
sit in a hallway full of silent pictures
give me glances, no second chances
the space between is filled with haughty bickers
soundless fighting, callous biting
denial in the form of pure ignorance
is it bliss, is it worth this
too proud to frown and too hard wince
feelings buried, worries buried
I like this, Bonge.
ReplyDeleteHey There! I just came across your blog and noticed you play violin =) Do you do classical or fiddle? I love fiddle! These girls are playing my favorite fiddle tune:
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ReplyDeletei'm singing the first and third stanzas to "mad world" in my head.
ReplyDeletewhere the metrical parallels intentional? because i think that makes it an even more incredible picture and deepens the meaning by even one more dimension and then you could call it an ekphrastic poem which is a simply incredible word.
i really like it, piggy.
yes, i wrote it to the tune of 'mad world'. i didn't take any verbal cues from the song though, so those similarities are completely accidental. i'll have to polish it one day.
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