Talking To Myself

Sitting and listening to something in myself, I realised that a poem was being birthed.





Talking To Myself - 01 Oct 09

Whispers in the gloom
Of an early October afternoon
Listening to myself
Talking to myself
Again

Wondering why I don't
Get any answers
To the simplest
Questions
I ask

Only when I realise
That I am not listening
To my questions
That I discover the answer
I'm lost

In the gloom
Of an early October afternoon
I feel my way around
And I hear the whispers
Echo back





I usually do listen to myself but this was inspired by things seen on Twitter where there seemed to be no real connection or interaction between the messages.