schoolwork- poems, ajay [summer books TXT] 📗

opposite of bad
White is the opposite if all consuming hatred
White is the colour of pure.
painfull realizations

Painful realization

Meaningless conversations
Which grown ups voluntarily put themselves through
A whole night spent in vain
Talking about important things,
For example the weather.

And they sit and nod and laugh
An ironic party, all dressed in finery
With their curls and their red scathing lips
And the ties and the suits, and it all means
Nothing.

On and on it drags on
And the room buzzes
With the noise of high pitched shrill fake sounding laughs
While the baritone voices emit various bored sounding grunts
And I sit there dead bored.

How can a roomful of adults
Spend three hours of their time
Conducting small conversation?
There aren’t enough topics in the world
To cover the night.

I feel an intimate pull
My bed beckoning me from my room
As the hour turns late
And the salads are still on the table
And I’m not excused.

Adult invented torture
As they manipulate themselves in to believing
That they are having a good time, wanted this evening
But when did they consult me about this
Why do I have to suffer for their deeds?

And then I start to hyperventilate
To sweat with the daunting understanding
That sooner or later this will be me
Chattering and nattering, while my place today
Will be filled my kids

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Publication Date: 07-17-2012

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