IT WAS NATIONAL POETRY DAY ON THURSDAY! And me being poetry mad just HAD to write one. So here it is! ___________________________________________________ To give an explanation, ever since I got to secondary/middle school, I haven’t been feeling too good. All my old friends seem to have new friends of their own who they hang out with all the time. That’s fine with me; it’s not like I’m mad at them for having friends, I just wish I had some new friends of my own. Every time I try and talk to somebody new, they just seem to think that I’m ‘too weird’ or perhaps I can’t relate to them enough. And on the rare occasion I find somebody really cool who I’d love to be friends with, it turns out that they already have a best friend and multiple others too. Some people think I’m being too impatient and that I just have to ‘wait until I find my people’, but I just feel worse and worse every day and I often find myself preferring to eat lunch alone and sit away for others. I’m not trying to push people away deliberately, but I just feel like it won’t matter if I try and find friends anyway. I feel lonely and exausted all the time, but I didn’t admit that to anyone until… well, now. I tried not to end the poem too gloomily by mentioning small things like sinrises and autumn days, which do help greatly, but still aren’t enough as a strong friendship. Anyway, sorry for waffling on! I hope you like the poem, and if you have any tips for finding friends, please let me know! ^^
Empty World I sit, I watch, As the world stirs around me. The hustle and bustle of school life Some could describe it as ‘chaos’ Another as ‘happy times’, But my mind seems distant, A computer unplugged From the buzzing whirlwind That is the big, wide internet. I am in a dark and dusty room In a dark and empty world. Being outgoing can be tiring, So I prefer to stay away. I am a hare who watches from the shadows, Watching a group of lively foxes who clamour to each other, chatting and shouting. But I daren’t move. I daren’t thunder past them into the lush field That lies just opposite the gloomy forest For two things could happen: They shall stare disapprovingly as I speed away, Judging my every move. Or they shall tear my throat, And snap at my small and insignificant soul. And that is the reason why I shan’t move. So instead I watch and feel hollow. In a dense and dingy forest, In a dense, but empty world. I find myself lingering on a ghostly staircase. A staircase that leads to nowhere. Just an endless void of thoughts, a vast expanse of my conscience Strung up by a complex of silver thread. Like that of a glistening spiders web In a damp and shadowed corner In a damp and empty world. But I suppose not all is as melancholy as I speak, Sometimes, it tends to be the small things That bring the most joy. Like when the sun finally emerges From the depths of a cold and lonely winter, And all is illuminated by the tepid and silky rays. Or when autumn leaves begin to fall, And dew drops scent the crisp, autumnal air And I sit as the gentle rain pitter-patters Below the warm and milky sky. And all is sweet, all is peaceful, In this sweet, but empty world. -Animagoo
