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Poetry

Seeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.

Way Back When

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by Xanthe_Beukes

by Xanthe_Beukes

Beep beep, it's my alarm.
Swipe, smear, the mirrors charm.
Weather warning on the radio.
To think, I was ready to go.

Run, race, to change again.
Thinking back to way back when.
No swapping, matching, changing.
Just a uniform in time for the bell to ring.

In the car, on my way.
Goodness, this is not my day.
Red light after red light.
Wish the sun wasn't so bright.

Type, type, meeting, write, send.
Just wishing this day could end.
Lunchtime, deadline, four hours to go.
Another presentation to show.

Finally, time for home.
My solitary dome.
Used to worry about homework.
Now I worry about the new sales clerk.

What I'd do to go back to school.
Get out of this grown up pool.
To hate homework once again.
So long ago, way back when.

{ 2018 }