Poetry Corner

The Party

Ten days ago, I recieved my invitation

To the country house party from a friend,

With orders to share with anybody I saw

Before the month we were in came to an end.

 

I wanted to tell you, believe me I did,

But you had already been approached,

And while you were polite in your refusal, 

Your resistance was self-coached.

 

Your dislike of recommendations is understood,

But when you say that these people have been

Jerks and bullies to you just for the fun of it,

I saw a new side to you that I haven't seen.

 

I'm sorry these people have been mean to you,

That they're only in it for a count of score,

But that's not my thinking at all,

I want to be able to do something much more.

 

But want and try are two different things,

And while I might say I wished not to offend,

In reality, I'm a chicken and I'm a coward,

And I was just forcing myself to bend.

 

To you this party has no meaning, no significance,

Nothing fun to do and no value whatsoever.

I would like to say to you you're wrong, but

I refrained from talking more than just pleasure.

 

You see, every hundred years, monsters roam

The land around us for only one day.

They seek out people, ripping them limb from limb,

And torment your soul by taking it away.

 

The only place where they don't go is out in the country,

A place where beings are quiet and solitary,

So every century, the landlord in his manor tries to

Save everyone by inviting them to a party.

 

There they will be safe, there they will be happy,

And while it might be a troubling thought knowing,

That friends and family of theirs are suffering,

It wasn't like these people weren't given warning.

 

I know it might be ridiculous, the notion of monsters

Scouring our town, especially when there's no proof.

I wish you could believe it, but I never told you,

Fearing your ignorance would keep you aloof.

 

Even if I did tell you, you would say not to worry,

That it doesn't matter, that all we live for is now.

That is the scariest thing I could ever hear, and

If I heard from you, it would make me want to say 'Ow'.

 

I would also cry, as I am doing so tonight, when the

Monsters come out and destroy everything in your life.

I know you won't forgive me, with your essence being

Crushed and butchered all the time, all day, all night.

 

I'm sorry for killing you, for letting you die.

But you wouldn't have enjoyed the party anyway,

Being so full of the jerks you really despised.

I hope to deliver this letter to you, hoping to

Persuade you to rush to the country house in time.

But you know what would be the really sad part?

If you didn't care, if you were absolutely fine.