Serious Time
I haven't filled my serious quota.
I have been having lots of fun.
I have been spending the afternoon
in food that helped my sides balloon.
and jokes that kept on coming fast
they made me hurt from all the laughs
I should be quiet now, because
the patterns of my childhood past
instil me to be careful now
protect the status quo from over flow
those risky people, in their joy
embracing all their toys
Normally I am safe, because I limit all the joy
to once a day, and once at night
but if I do go over this
I feel the guilt, that pain I saw,
the screams endure me to my bed
from mother crying through the day
and father shouting in dismay
So now I carry all this weight,
from years beyond, towards the end
until the fun is squeezed and love is
but a moments feast.
If i was someone else, perhaps I'd tell myself
"forget yourself, and be anew"
but I am scared I'll hurt someone
if always having fun.
Copyright © Steve Tomlin | Year Posted 2016
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