deepundergroundpoetry.com

Invisible Walls

Thereís a place between us
I call, The Glass Wall
and Iím fine as long as you donít knock on it
like the door it might be
because Iím not too good at sharing my secrets
and Iíd rather keep it invisibly latched and have us whisper
meaningless chit chat through the miniscule gaps
until you get the hint that itís time to go away

Bukowski once penned something that made sense
to my loner soul strings
ďI don't hate (people)
I just feel better when they're not around.Ē
and yet I get so confused between
the here and the there
the want of connection and the
fear, that in the end itís all a waste of time

Iíve danced with betrayal like itís a room full of bugs
that have become immune to the insecticide I wear like perfume
and while I aim for a ďfuck offĒ sign on my forehead
I sometimes wonder if I only got it half right
and it says ďfuck me overĒ instead

So I donít wonder why Iím lonely
and so socially inept
why my way with words begins at my fingers
and ends at my mouth where they get drunk on
awkwardness, and fall out the wrong way

Thereís a place between us
I call, The Glass Wall
and I keep telling myself Iím fine
as long as you donít knock on it

© Indie Adams 2013
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 12 reading list entries 4
comments 19 reads 795
sapph16 Hashman tribal_buddha Miss-understood
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:00pm by Backmomentarily
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:58pm by Backmomentarily
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:25pm by Backmomentarily
POETRY
Today 9:48pm by Bluevelvete
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:26pm by EdibleWords