Analysis

a Poem by Raquel Swann

Lips as a turbine spinning,

Wielding words as weapons,

Bits of data and thoughts form,

Connecting dots,

Recollecting the past,

As if it happened

Under the light

Of a different sun.

Was I ever there?

Who was that person

Preying on the weak?

Pretending to be happy,

All information concludes.

I was sleeping through life,

And I almost missed it.