This poem was inspired by the novel Fahrenheit 451 written by Ray Bradbury. If you don't want any spoilers of any kind concerning this novel then I suggest you skip this poem as it may contain spoilers.
All hours of the day she sat,
talking, laughing, watching, listening,
to the family in the parlor.
In the walls they lived,
on the screens they sat.
True family they were not.
At night she slept with seashells in her ears,
murmuring untold tales,
speaking into the night, never quieting.
She rose to only start again.
Mindless and brainwashing,
she sat, talking and listening to people from afar.
Familiar strangers, family.
They were her life, her family.
So, when it came time to choose,
she decided them over love.
Betraying the one she swore to love.
Abandoning him to the flames,
she left to be with the family on the walls.
Finally she saw the mistake she made,
to late to change the decision,
she saw what she had become.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of the poems that I have written. The tag Fahrenheit 451 is there because I have 2 poems that are inspired by the novel, they are parts 5 and 6: Forbidden Ashes and Power of the Parlor.
