Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)

Electrical Outlets

I spend many dinners looking at two electrical outlets with switches

I play my role as the buffer between two armies

Both throwing daggers at each other over plates full of food

I keep my head down and try to position myself right in the middle

To avoid any suggestion of me taking a side

I balance right over the crack that threatens to split open and swallow me whole

I focus on the good food and anything else good in life

I look for a little light to help in this darkness 

The blackness enveloping my own light

I can't help but think that if I wasn't here they might not have these problems 

But the again, I'm the only one keeping them from killing each other

I put on a façade of everything being all right

So they don't worry about me

So they don't see how much this hurts me

As I wait full of hope that their war will come to an end soon

As I wait for the day when I don't have to spend my time looking at two electrical outlets with switches

Hey guys!

I wrote this real quick and I don't think it's the best... But I'm having a really rough summer and the fall school year is not looking too bright.

I'm working on a few more poems (some will be happier :):

Also, I sadly will not be updating Camp this week.

Have a wonderful week!

- ATCAgainstTheCurrent