Untitled…
There was nothing to
Worry about any more:
Pilots were carried out
The early days sodden
With such well meaning
Attempts at maintaining
A semblance of order;
Disorder reigned even a
Thirteen year old boy Gave expectation, a voice.
“How much encouragement do you
Need to end it? How much time to kill yourself once for all?”He said echoing Everyone’s eloquent Expectations of you that they couldn’t. A
Singularity, a minority of
One… A life all your own!
They want you to leave.
There was nothing to
Worry about any more!
You chose to stay, still!
Mia Nikasimo (c) May 2009
