Five Senses

Five Senses

A Poem by kris reed

A poem of uncertainty and pain (Oct. 2013)


So here I sit and write again

For this pen and paper’s my only friend

I can’t see if I’m addressing you or me

If either/or will coddle my plea


So here I flee once more

For this aloneness allows my fears to pour

I can’t feel if I should move on or cry

If either/or will capture your happiness vie


So here I lie with another line

For this need to give away what’s mine

I can’t hear you say come or stay

If either/or will change the way life plays


So here I decay away in pain

For this life is wasted without your gain

I can’t taste the reach of your touch or smile

If either/or will cross these lonely miles


So here I file in my blood’s name

For this pen has found ink in my vein

I can’t smell whether it’s purple breath or a bouquet of roses

If either/or will come to a final focus

© 2014 kris reed

Author's Note

kris reed
One of my favorite poems is from the deleted scenes of "Perks of Being a Wallflower." It repeats a similar pattern in each verse, and I wanted to write a poem that does the same. This is my first attempt, and I didn't quite achieve what I was going for, oh well...

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Added on October 22, 2013
Last Updated on March 11, 2014
Tags: repetition, confounded, love, lonely, befuddled, pain, plea, inaction, unsure, confusion, writing, poetry, vie, happiness, focus, five senses, sight, touch, hearing, taste, smell, uncertain, quandary


kris reed
kris reed


I write because my fingers itch more..