Sunday, May 27, 2007

The Other Day


The Other Day
I felt just a little bit pretentious
Pompous and Large
Like the day I stood in front of the world and said, "Not Me"

Just at that time, the place I call home got a little smaller
My eyes refused to focus and I couldn't see my fingers
I tried to run, but couldn't even stand up

When this happened I lost my sense of being
And laughed at the mere mention of value
Where has this sentence placed it comma?
And where is the "understood" pause
I just didn't know

Just at that time, the words I call my own seemed murky
I felt like I was plagarizing my entire life
It was turning into a sad movie with sarcastic comedic satire
And I character I wanted to see dead.

My mirror has collapsed into my ideology of reason
And I can't find a pencil to jot this dream down

Scott R. Conwell

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Self reflective, filled with poignant humility and apt imagery. Mature work!

S.R. Conwell said...

thanks, I feel truly now that the shit is flying out of my head