FEELINGS
I sit and stare looking up at the ceiling
What am I feeling?
I feel scared, slightly afraid
But of what I am not sure I am just dismayed
I can’t shift these feelings
I am worried that is for sure
And one day I hope they find a cure
For what ails me and others
In the meantime I stare out of the window at cows and their udders
It's like the poem what is this life of full of care we have no time to stand and stare
Yet that is all I seem to do these days is stand and stare and stare
Taking in everything around me as though it is my last chance to
grasp the feelings
That I obtain when I look back at things again and again
By
FIONA STEVENSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
I sit and stare looking up at the ceiling
What am I feeling?
I feel scared, slightly afraid
But of what I am not sure I am just dismayed
I can’t shift these feelings
I am worried that is for sure
And one day I hope they find a cure
For what ails me and others
In the meantime I stare out of the window at cows and their udders
It's like the poem what is this life of full of care we have no time to stand and stare
Yet that is all I seem to do these days is stand and stare and stare
Taking in everything around me as though it is my last chance to
grasp the feelings
That I obtain when I look back at things again and again
By
FIONA STEVENSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
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