The Greyness of Bubbles by Natasha Bradich @ allpoetry.com

The Greyness of Bubbles by Natasha Bradich @ all poetry .com
A man walking past

Looking like he heard a reason to move

I ask "Where are you going?"

He responds saying " Can't you hear the voices?"

But I heard nothing

I shrug my shoulders

Place my hands in my pockets

I hug my neck with my collar

This world so grey

A woman standing, staring towards the sky,

She smiled so beautifully,

I ask " What do you see?"

She responds "Can't you see the artistry?"

I couldn'tI look down at my feet

Shuffle them in the dirt

I pick up my pace

This is grey this place

A child sitting with his mother

Talks to his imaginary friend

The mother feeding what wasn't there

Laughing with her child

I ask "Why are you talking to nobody?"

They respond "But he is here can't you see, can't you hear?"

Tears streaming, I whispered " No I can't."

I move slowly with all the little energy I have

With every effort I could summon,

I try to reach outI listen deeply for just a sound,

a reasonI look closely for the beauty in the sky

But, I travel alone in this grey world

Not one damn question answered

No one helping even when I cryptically asked

So I wander watching all those in colour

Disconnected, watching from my bubble,

my world of grey