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.
