One, two, three

Take time. Don’t rush. Why.
All the time in the world.
Selfish. Want to much
To much attention.
One, two, three.
But still none to look at. Where as I am one.
Four, five, How long must I survive. Why.
Rush. Some Time.
None to talk to.
No smile.
Selfish. Sulking. Searching.
Wanting. But None.
Childish.
Finally! Beauty. Smile. Touch. Love. Attention.
But still none.
No time.

I know this one is a little (understatement) disjointed.
First tell me what you think and then I'll tell you what it's about. But I know it's not anywhere near my best. It was just a "doodle".

Doodles are fine. Better than fine because we must all experiment.

I like the line: " Selfish. Sulking. Searching." best. Love both the meaning of the words and their sound and rhythm.

Well. I took a long break from this forum. But I think I'll give it a crack again. As you can see this and my other poetry is very very old. I'll try come up with something new.