i was supposed to shut my mouth
but instead i shut my mind
never before had i been so free
so free, but oh so blind
i was supposed to feel it all from within
but i crashed on another distracting trend
i didn’t know where i was for a while
no beginning and then no end
i was supposed to take a breath and pause
i was gonna stop and smell the roses
but i was the only thing this time
that got up any noses
i was supposed to be dead by now
but little parts of me still live
not really sure which bits are which
or how much i’ve left to give
i was supposed to be anywhere but here
yet the elusive alternatives thwart me
i did nearly everything like i was told
and i did it almost like they taught me
i was supposed to be dealing fiction
but i smeared the pages with bits of me
maybe too much all at once?
but it was only then that i could see
About the Creator
Brenton F
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
Talented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
By Novel Allen2 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
This has a similar tone to Timothee Chlamet's line in Prodigal Son. "Everyone talks to me like I'm the one, you know, I should change. Why should I change? I've never even gotten to find out who I am, and you want me to change." He goes on to say more, but this part of his script is what I relate to what your poem. I've always loved this line, and your poem mirrors that sentiment perfectly. <3
Smear away my friend