Poets : lyttlejoe / AdannaArt

theme : loneliness

onism

the dental-floss thin threads of tissue-paper madness which keep my sanity together,

are only zip-lines for my dad,

while my mom hangs out dry closed thoughts

no explanations, no life lessons, age clears everything up-

just do what you need to do today, they say

one way glass reveals nothing as a harsh world looks back,

shredding my tear-soaked threads some more

how did I get in here, where is life?

school got hooks, attached them to leaden ropes to make a wonderful tyre swing

they had a tear-ific time, but the swing goes no where,

it's only the pendulum in the grandfather's clock that's ticking away at my tissue-paper insanity...

so I'm counting down to leaving this, (though I'm not sure what 'this' is)

'this' little rock in the middle of nowhere, this culture mishap - this wordless chapter

that's been dragged through society's ass, covering, discolouring all the ink.

I'm going to sit like all the others, straight out of cold hard jet-fuel, and wish for better,

cause they keep saying 'better mus' come'

I'm gonna die in the 7-5 routine and pretend I am my friends' friend, not the kid-

'who always sat close to us, so we had to involve her'

I'm going to learn how to like sweeping and washing and cooking

so I can find someone who loves me for me and pretend I love it all,

pretend that I am content whilst balancing on this

tightrope of fraying, floss-thin thread of madness that's keeping my sanity safe.

(onism - n. the awareness of how little of the world you'll experience

- from the dictionary of obscure sorrows.)