Flirting With SadnessA Poem by TheUnforgivinFallenAngel
Straight from Poland
the students next door realise it’s a warm night. They are outside along with their music and their voices. Their good time is not mine. The drive back here was much of the usual; Blacks, Asians and whites trying to be a combination of the forementioned. Stepping in front of the car to impress their cackle with the usual ‘I don’t give a f**k’ attitude. Sadness can really kick in when you watch everyone else do what they do best… That bravado fuelled nothing that ignores everything which might mean anything. Still, I have Arnalds to drown out the Polish and a few beers I shouldn’t be drinking to numb the knowledge that I sleep alone tonight, that I must wake at 7am tomorrow and that this micro society dancing around me is an ugly w***e stripping the world of love. just as it will be tomorrow. © 2011 TheUnforgivinFallenAngelReviews
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