Perhaps
by Leigh Giza
I can't hear anything
Only the air sighing
Perhaps I am dying
This could be the ending
Of all and everything
I can't feel anything
That's not shocking
I don't think endings
Are distinct from beginnings
We live in a state of constant moving
Away from our shadows chasing
Us and disavow our feelings
As if they were failings
I can't hear anything
But my heart sighing
Perhaps I am dreaming
Perhaps I am lying
_____________________________
WbtR member Leigh Giza lives in Gainesville with her husband, John. She writes poetry, blog posts, humor, and the occasional Roving I column for Bristow Beat. You can check out her blog at leighgiza.wordpress.com.
by Leigh Giza
I can't hear anything
Only the air sighing
Perhaps I am dying
This could be the ending
Of all and everything
I can't feel anything
That's not shocking
I don't think endings
Are distinct from beginnings
We live in a state of constant moving
Away from our shadows chasing
Us and disavow our feelings
As if they were failings
I can't hear anything
But my heart sighing
Perhaps I am dreaming
Perhaps I am lying
_____________________________
WbtR member Leigh Giza lives in Gainesville with her husband, John. She writes poetry, blog posts, humor, and the occasional Roving I column for Bristow Beat. You can check out her blog at leighgiza.wordpress.com.
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