The Grinning Chairs

this is what happens when you get bored at work. you start seeing things :)

''What are you staring at?'' I said
To the three chairs in front of me
So bright and cheery
In their reddish pink glow
And just the way the morning light
Fell on them
They seemed to be grinning
A mischievous grin
''And what's with those stupid smiles you've got,'' I added
Then I thought,
''Oh God! Help me. I am going mad.''
And as though they could read my thoughts
They kept grinning
Their mischievous grins

''Ahhh! I can't take this anymore,'' I said
I got up and left
A change of scene I sought
So into the next room, I walked

Oh! Horror of horrors!
The greeting that I got
Rows and rows of cold black stares
From rows and rows of black rusted chairs
And in the dim light, they seemed to ask
''What do you want, intruder?
Are you unwanted like us?
Leave us and avoid regret.''
I sensed I was not wanted
In their circle of deathly glumness
''Maybe this will cheer you all,'' I thought
As I pulled the curtains from the windows
The screams of agony still haunt me
''Leave us alone, you fool!
What do you know of sorrow?
What do you know of pain?
Go shine your light
On those with lesser minds''

I barely made it out of there
With my sanity intact
I got back to my old cushioned chair
Shaking with unbridled terror
Those three chairs still with their stupid smiles
And as I sat there in front of them
Trying my best to calm myself
It slowly dawned on me
I felt my lips curl into the widest possible grin
I thought my head would fall off
As the revelation hit me

And there we sat
Grinning at each other

Reviews

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. ha ha ! ... when the chair-starer wrote poetry, i read it ... and laughed ... but i didn't miss the thought-provoking bits in his poem ... especially about pain ... for i am a pain-soaker ... and this is my review ... :) ...