Just a Pile of Straw
Location
Crowd
pin in a haystack
falling through to the ground
I walk through
unnoticed, listening in to their
conversations, attempting to get a word
in, without a pause
Pin
sharp made of metal
ready to pierce through
Ideas thoughts or
Conversations, the communication of
ideas, allowing one to
hear, and be heard
Contact
slicing through a blade
lodging itself, unsure if it belongs
Hesitant words uttered in between
others, grasping for footing amongst foreign
topics, searching for understanding.
protruding,
dangerous as it lays
there, afraid of puncturing the established quo