skyscraper

[RSaba]

Thanks for all the feedback! This is Version #3 of this poem now.


skyscraper

felt like a spirit
strong in presence but weak within
walking between the lines of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a skyscraper
among all the other concrete mountains
blending in, sticking out
windows open, blinds shut
walls untouched, but
the rain still falls in through the frames
and onto the floor
seeping into the surface in patterns of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a city among many
one among thousands
like the only one with my mind open
like the only one thinking
real thoughts

my real thoughts
have not yet been made material
are they still real?
yes they are or no they're not

all i'm looking for
is an answer