The world has moved on without your presence,
You know – but won’t accept you’ve missed the train,
Pretentious predicament of the pretty people in the pretty palace,
Secretly you wish they knew – yet still hide in your restrain.
Discrepancy builds. Overflows. Who’s right? Who’s wrong?
You try to neglect, forget the muted celebrity,
The way they walk, the way they chatter,
Slowly something you’re reluctantly eliminating.
What now means nothing, that time almost dreaded,
Used to be an often unrecognised yet a cherished moment,
The disappearing happiness, a fulfilled routine imbedded.
Those familiar family-loving feelings now considered dormant.
i’m not sure whether these poems will make sense to anyone else
but its what i was thinking at the time.
My thoughts aren’t always logical.