I spend my time reading the complaints of a constricted world
It numbs my mind, hides me from my own thoughts
A recurrent cacophony
But the days go by, and their words fall into oblivion
I get used to my peers’ nightmares
Just another headline
I then draw my attention to the pace of my heartbeat
I inspire, but I don’t expire, unsure of what is coming
But knowing it will
I dark my room to spy the mundane life parading by my window
So different from the social media posts I scroll on my phone
I stand by
It hurts
And then it doesn’t
Bio & Link |
Lucy Campos is a Brazilian/Irish citizen who loves telling stories about migration and self-discovery. A former journalist, she is a member of the New Irish Communities group of the Irish Writers Centre. |
Great poem Lucy. Congratulations.
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.