Standing in the crowd
Staring at the billboard…
I feel so important to you
Staring at the shop window
I am tempted to believe…
If I empty my pockets I will forget about you
Sitting on the sofa
Watching the adverts of pristine lives…
Each and everyone
Not a care in the world
Joyous at the insurance policy
Or furniture that just perfectly fits in
Lying down
Just prior to nails being hammered in…
I’d like to feel I was important to you
Martin Elder
Tue 4th Dec 2018 11:09
I love the empty clarity of this poem. I fill my life with too much stuff and therefore admire others that don't. Sometimes there is a comfort in the silent nothingness that this provokes for me.
Nice one