Through the Window

In this poem I tried to describe what it feels like, for me, to wear glasses all my life.

Its like looking through a window,
I'm not really there.
I see and touch, it all feels real,
But ultimately bare.

I don't connect with people,
They seem too far away.
Even when they're right in front
I can't hear what they say.

Its like NPC's in games.
There are people of all kinds,
I can talk and interact with them,
But none of them have minds.

Its like living in a bubble,
Peering through the soapy sheen.
I can see things in the distance,
But nothing in-between.

Its like living in two dimentions,
Though everyone has three.
I can't see the truth of things,
I can only see me.

Reviews

[Vyctm]

This is a really well done poem. the flow of it was clear and the tone haunting. The subject of it, being alone, was one that I think was explained in realistic ways. My favrite stanza was about the NPCs. It made me laugh to myself because a game filled with only NPCs hold the essence of you still being alone. I have to say this is probably one of the best poems i have ever read on this site. Keep up the good work.

[Cherrie Palmer]

you can feel the lack of luster, the need of more or the need of purpose. It is very good.

[Matthews Reggie]

All through the poem, u were able to maintain a feel of haunting... the haunting of loneliness, last stanza was exceptionally gud, it gave a second meaning to the poem, a take on human selfishness.....