Untitled #9

I wish I had the words to explain

My dissatisfaction

Intellectual allegories,

metaphors,

and symphonies

French phrases

Rich melodies

How much I despise this set up

The failure with everything on my own

If only I could say

Whatever I wanted

Without the aftermath

The angry stares

And judgement

Or if I actually had the guts

to say it to the faces

staring at me

No matter

To the top

To the ladder

Don't stop

Cliche'

Might be this premise

Or how I am angry at the system

That I feed and grow

I still will defeat the normal

Status quo

___

So I put out a glass

Just a normal everyday drinking glass

I went out to the middle of Town square and sat

With this round old glass in my lap

I didn't move

When people spoke

I didn't respond

I waited

If someone was observant enough

To ask

about the glass

My eyes would merely lift and look at them

In the eyes

Stare at the glass again

Unkind words sometimes were spoken

When my answer wasn't clear enough

For them

But, it was all right

I just sat there

The sun drying my comfort away

Beads of sweat rolling down my back

Than, it began to rain

The clouds swelled and veiled the sun

My glass filled with water

It stopped raining

Why your glass is full!

Said those who had noticed

the empty glass before

I stood up

No it is not.

I broke the glass

Now it is.

______

Happy New Years eve.