Bender's Works

Fine

For this piece we read a poem called "The Bells" and then we wrote a poem similar to it.

"Fine."

You've heard it all your life

Form your parents,

And your siblings,

And your friends.

Four years old,

Coloring in the floor,

Waiting for daddy to come to come home.

VROOM, VROOM, TWIST, CLICK.

Daddy comes in

Trudging through the house,

Plopping on the couch.

His face is stretched,

And tired.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

That word,

It kills you to think of it.

At first you believed it,

And then you heard it again.

You're at school,

Goofing off in class,

Everything is normal,

Until your best friend comes in.

She sits down next to you,

And puts her head on the desk.

You can hear the sobs,

So you ask,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

That word again.

It never tells the truth.

It is a lie,

And now you know it.

You know that behind it

There is a lot of hurt.

But it only gets worse.

As time passes,

You grow to see why.

You see the reason behind saying that word,

Fine.

Because you start using it yourself,

When your parents ask how school was,

"Fine."

When your teachers ask you how you're doing,

"Fine."

And when your friends ask about home,

"Fine."

This one word,

Is the biggest lie ever told,

And the most common one.

It will never stop being used,

Because it's easier,

Easier to just hide everything,

All the hurt,

All the emotion,

And all the secrets.

This one word covers up everything

And no one questions it further.

"Fine."