Narrow Vision
My world seems unreal.
Like it’s clouded in a veil.
Never knowing what’s around.
Moving so fast, until I hit the ground.
Turning to see what I fell upon.
My world now seems to be gone.
For there is nothing but my own two feet.
Clearly I’ve been beat.
Not by the world itself.
I just couldn’t see, what was on my own shelf.
Written by:
Roger Hoyt
Very great and lovely poetry, I really inspired!
Thanks for the comment. Glad I could inspire you. I guess I’m doing something right.