Antiquated Mime – A Poem

Like an antiquated mime,
I silently make my way
Through crowded streets
Gently but firmly pushing

Racing against time
To find my way to the end
Of this crazed chaotic maze
Anywhere that feels
Far far away from here

Where I can slip away
Where I can disappear
From the sounds and lights
Of the whirling city life.

Racing up those steps
To my place
A quiet space-
Where the clock stops.

And I can write.

This was inspired by Charlie Chaplin & written while listening to Johann S. Bach’s “Repetatur Bourree”.

It may help you feel the mood of my poem better if you listen to this, while reading the poem if you are not familiar with it. Thank-you!

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About Gretchen Leary

I am 30 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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