To be or not to be

Just a mope-ish story about this mornings happenings. Was replaced by another person on my cooking team.

A stifled cry

A single tear drop . . .  dropping

Then three more

They are all stopped by the same beige colored tile

With a pink tint that is the

Walls of the ladies room

Both hands firmly pressed against trembling lips

Lips that are infamous for always wearing a smile

The same lips that spoke positivity to people

Who could not repeat the same to her

Gentle and waiting ears that are bothered by the

Casual sound of someone flushing the toilet two stalls down

Then footsteps and running water

Time seems to drag on.

A time prior to this not long enough

The cause of her heartstrings being pulled

Was not enjoyed as long as she would’ve liked

An ending that came too soon

To something too great, even for her.

Her brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

A futile attempt to stop her tears

That had started streaming down her cheeks

Her nose dripped and her legs shook

Her only thought

“It was not to be”

Author's Note

Please keep in mind that this is merely venting and nothing meant to be serious, the rest of my poems will probably have better structure and punctuation.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Then footsteps and running water
Time seems to drag on.
A time prior to this not long enough
The cause of her heartstrings being pulled
Was not enjoyed as long as she would’ve liked
An ending that came too soon
To something too great, even for her.
Her brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

Love this part of this. Wonderful imagery and descriptiveness.

[Dreaded Reset]

love it! the wording fit perfectly with the poem, and had a nice flow to it, so i say bravo meow!!