This is a poem I wrote on a whim recently. |
Destination I wake up But I’m not happy. Today is Monday. The day after Sunday In case you were wondering. I feel ill immediately even though I am not sick. I get up without joy and Walk downstairs. To be honest at this point I need a good kick To wake me up some more. To give me some energy Instead of this lethargy. I get washed. I get dressed. Nothing changes in my demeanour. I’m still not happy But in my case who would be? Where am I going You may wonder but You’ll have to wait as I’m not there yet. I’m ready so I leave my home And I go and wait for the bus Although I’m in no rush I shouldn’t be late so The bus better hurry on up. The bus drives up And I step on it and Sit on a seat near the sun. On and on it goes as the nearer to my destination it gets The closer I am to being sick. Butterflies are dancing in my stomach And my heart beats faster than a small winged bat Flaps its wings. As we go over the bridge I wish the bus would go slower but At the same time I don’t want to be late For a very unimportant date. Dread creeps up and settles next to me on the bus And I wonder how soon it will end. But I know it won’t end Until I leave my eventual destination. Only a minute away now As the bus turns a corner and The butterflies in my stomach start Dancing a tango. Screech! The bus comes to a halt. The door opens And I walk out. Dread holds my hand as I walk across Pavements and clouds steadily fill the sky. Do they feel what I feel? I stop as I reach my destination And dread lets go of my hand. There’s no need for it to be there anymore As I’m now there. My destination. For me the jaws of an uncomfortable hell. Here I am. At school. |