Poetry

I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.

Poem #315

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

let’s talk
it’s gonna be a metaphor
years ago
you were slamming doors
you were angry
my fingers got smashed
several times
you didn’t see me there
you didn’t know
one time you saw me there
crying
you apologized and tried to make it up
I eventually smiled
but the thing is I have nerve damage
it hurts to touch
but I still high-five you and everyone else
that’s life
occasionally a high five makes me scream
but you don’t stop
instead you give me several high-fives in a row
“because” I guess
then I’m the bad guy for screaming
your ears hurt
but the high-fives keep happening
my fingers hurt
candies or apologies don’t stop the pain
weird, huh?
something just doesn’t make sense here