I glance at my hands
wondering why...
darkness beneath my skin.
I look about me
wondering how...
my view is my sin.
I crave something,
wondering what...
feeling lost within.
A voice whispering,
wondering who...
knowing its not my kin.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*This poem is being share with the Midweek Motif over at Poets United, with the prompt of addressing UFO day (which was July 2nd).
That strangeness which may be a passing mood or an alien take-over is familiar to many of us. You capture it well, filled with suspense.
ReplyDeletekinda glad i do not see my sin when i look at myself...
ReplyDeletei think that would be kinda scary actually...especially considering
there are none without sin.
This has a sense of eeriness about it in keeping with the UFO theme.
ReplyDeleteI hope this never happens to me, wondering whether my skin is mine or anybody else's and whose that voice is.
ReplyDeletei like how you've created an alien feeling, uneasy & scary....
ReplyDelete'my view is my sin'..is a very haunting line...you have created a wonderful sense of other worldliness..
ReplyDeleteA rather eery tone, which is perfect for a UFO poem! I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for reading and taking the time to comment!
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