Monday, January 31, 2011

Secret Place Poem

I see it from the corner of my eye.  Looks very big.
I smell it from miles away. Its been there for years.
I  taste emptyness. I shouldn't have to taste it.
I hear  loud annoying voices. They are always there and talking
I feel its roughness on my skin.

1 comment:

  1. Is this supposed to be a cheerful place, because it sounds bleak and appalling. Maybe you're talking about SPA in general, and if so I agree!