All day long,
The arguements run,
Different voices in sync,
With octaves drowning sink.
One moment peace reigns,
The next pandemonium gains,
Will I ever get enough
Or will it always be this rough
Yes, I thnk it was meant to be,
All the extended now set free,
Millions of swirling sounds
Till my poor head in anger pounds.
So without a thought of what to do,
I pick up myself, promising doom,
But the second I collide,
I and all I am gets sucked in the tide
Until I find myself no longer opposed,
But with hearty laughter exposed,
To the cacophony of sounds,
From no other than my family's grounds.
Tophie's Note
Another One!!!!! I wrote this on a beautifully lousy afternoon while trying to do my assignments which was just totally impossible with my extended family present in the house. You can tell the rest story from the poem. End result? I didn't get to do my assignment.
Does this ever happen to you??
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Written: 08-Jan-17
Published:- 4-May-17
T.S.
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