The smoke alarm
Is screaming
So I tell him
To be quiet.
There is no fire,
Just a candle, and
I am trying to sleep.
Finally, I say "no, thank you",
"I'm busy", "I'd like to be alone",
And I do not feel guilty.
This lie-in is long overdue,
And I am my priority today.
I am resting until I feel better:
All else can wait.
Even the fire can wait -
If it comes into this room,
Spilling forth from the candle,
I shall offer it the chance
To repose beside me,
Otherwise I shall tell it
To go on its merry way.
I am not obliged to fuel the fire
With my time and strife:
All but wellness shall wait,
And the people - the good people
Shall realise that they are not
Entitled to my heart and mind,
And the others
Shall be ignored:
Their beeping, screaming, drama and
Nonsense
Are to be heeded in the half-hearted manner
With which one acknowledges a smoke alarm
That cries sporadically
As it runs out of battery:
They are in need of change.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
