Her harsh anguished screams resound
The air responds with pathetic pity
Pity for one who no longer understands
For one who is lost
Immersed, engrossed in the snares of insanity
She cries out once more —
“Why do you laugh?
You don’t understand!
Is this funny?
You don’t know what it feels
What it entails, to be me!”
The people waiting outside
Oblivious of her pain
Laugh; their derisive laughter
Mocking her every sound
Silvery laughter fills the room
They are one in their condemnation
“Why do you laugh?” she cries
“Is this funny?” she asks
Questions which no one answers
No one wishes to
Unanimous in glee
A mute spectator watches
He does not move, does not speak
He realizes that everyone
Has troubles to hide, secrets to keep
The girl steps out, her eyes bloodshot
With rage, with frustration
“Is this funny?” she asks
He is silent for a while
She stares defiantly, her eyes offering a challenge
He spots the traces of a fight deep within
“No,” He answers and sighs.
[Date: 05.12.2006]
3 comments:
Reading your poetry feels like having my mind read.
Thanks.
Oh and by the way, this is NOT about me. Just something I have seen.
This is well written. And well read.
And.. more. I haven't seen someone write half-symmetrical poems as well as I do. Hah.
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