This room is so cold. With ice in our eyes, As blue as the liquid glances I catch fleetingly in the corridors. We mull over our regrets, Trying to remember the joy of not knowing. The times when ignorance ran in streams of bliss, As tears in our eyes. Crystal water that filled our mouths with insults, But never meant a word. The blue rim of the clock, Hands slowly mapping out a path On the pale face of time, Matches, grudgingly, the dirty furniture. Worn out by our tireless tea-making, Empty cups and sandwich wrappers Ignoring the industrial sized dustbins. Mocking our indifference. As if any of our paper faces would care, Or even notice. Unspoken truths Lay hidden beneath placid expressions. The ungraspable feeling of lonliness Heavy under baggy skin. Secrets shrivelling us like old fruit, Hanging, motionless in the weary air. Until the stale spaces between us grew In-escapably huge. And we became no more than tiny holes, Pin-pricks in the remote expanse of 'future'.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this in the common room today, my best friend and two of my other really close friends left my school last year, and i've spent most of my sixth form life so far missing them. Anyway, I might enter this poem into a competition, the theme is blue (hence the references to the colour) but i find it really hard to write poems for a specific reason. Please comment, i need feed-back because of this competition thing.
Birth sign: Libra
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