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Monotony

No stories this time No gimmicks, no music This is the spawn of silence This is the product of utter quiet There is no one else in this persona There is no one else playing a part of this poem There is no one else telling the story It's just me, the writer It's just me this time, Russell Nero Don't mind me, please just read on and let me know what you think Don't mind me, please I'm just airing out the flames burning beneath my feet I'm just lifting the pressure off my chest I'm just letting off a series of complaints imploding in me I am honestly sick and disgusted sick and tired There's not another way to word it I can't stand it anymore the ways of people, the ways of man I'm not a people person as you can tell I'm not optimistic as well but I tolerate what I can for you have to friends in this living hell I hate to say it but my viewpoint on the matter is starting to change why should I need friends if they're going to stab in the heart and laugh in victory as I watch in horror as they tear it apart piece by piece Why should I have friends when they love to raise arguments from ashes that were never even there Just to, what break up the monotony of what? our normal crazy antics Oh yeah, that's right we don't have those anymore if they just dream of about the lips about some kiss that has never and will never happen yet but it's a safe bet they'll just turn it into a debt a debt I'd have to repay for one day down the road for something so petty Just great, won't that be fun I'd rather be on the run I'd rather be away just sitting on a bridge today it'd be better than burning the one I pass today So I hear now I'm the jerk So I hear now I'm the villain So I hear now from different tongues 'oh you're just mean' 'oh you're just a douche' Well forget you too I may need friends but friends like you What has this all come to I could scream till I get sick but I guess it's already halfway accomplished I guess I'm already halfway there but whatever my words aren't even here so I guess I'm done here just playing a game as I leave the stage Go ahead and send your review my way or not I don't care either way I'm just a listener today or is it a jerk only you can say...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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