Annual Heartache

by Baby Rainbow   Dec 27, 2012


For one small moment, all is forgiven,
forgotten, buried under the carpet
for the sake of this annual day.

Politeness replaces anger
and cheaply bought forgiveness
momentarily replaces the embedded disgust.

Expectations to follow this routine,
to perfectly perform on stage
only what the audience require to see.

For a brief moment I manage to maintain
my end of the bargain, until back stage
I look into your eyes and suddenly forget my lines.

I get booed off stage for ruining the show
and somehow I become the bad one;
the pantomime villain.

Sitting alone in the dark empty street,
on the cold concrete kerb by the roadside
which I have been thrown onto.

The heavy rain gushes down like a tidal river,
just like the pouring blood that's leaking
from my aching heart.

My beaten mind is tired of repeating the same travesty,
tolerating the same annual heartache
and struggling to survive the day.

I listen to the rain as it washes away the
dirt from the road and directs it vastly
into the iron drain.

Gone from sight.

Saturated through to my shivering skin,
I cannot help but wish I was a raindrop,
washed away like dirt

and gone from sight forever.

Saffie
21

26/12/12

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    This reads like a monologue, I could imagine a young lady perched at the end of the stage face in hands and talking in a sad tone. I enjoyed feeling the atmosphere, the 'forgetting your lines' is a very clever reference, I immediately picture somebody saying something they shouldn't in front of the rest of the family. This whole thing reads to me like a typical xmas get together that ends in a war and the perpetrator is ejected, yet we sympathise with her. A great reminder to us all that not everybody has such a merry xmas. It poses questions, is she really the black sheep? Does she get blamed for everything trivial? I think the way the poem is broken up into many stanzas helps keep the pace slow, which in turn helps with the mood. Great piece Baby Rainbow.

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    I used to write a poems such as these,but fortunately they are came from a character in my mind, but when i read this, it feels like this one as happening (not to the author) but to the person I was once met past seven years...it makes me remember her, until the last lines of this piece...good work, i like this piece

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Geeez. I'm almost out of words for your poetry. Its so unique. Each one of them I feel the topic, the wording, everything about it is so creative and different. I am loving it!!

    The tone in this piece was awesomeee..I kind of read it monotone, and pretty much emotionless and it gives the right atmosphere for the piece when doing so...

    Well penned Saff!

  • 11 years ago

    by Wild flower

    Sorry for not commenting before I didnt know what to say, but I really loved this poem. In my opinion it deserves a win in the weekly contest.
    Your tone here gave me a shiver, as if Im lwatching this happening infront of me.
    It feels that you were suffering because of something, but that thing is something that you love and let you down. From being good in the eyes of others you became bad.

    This is perfectly written, awesome job Saffie:)

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