by Jenni Marie   Jun 18, 2015

There's a buffet
surrounding me, albeit
it remains untouched
others succumb to sweet
perfumed fragrances,
yet it only serves as a
reminder of statistics
counting and numbers.

{and I wonder if
I will ever be free.}

One day, perhaps. One day;
this buffet wont cause heart
palpitations or sweaty palms.
No longer will I need to look
for the nearest escape route,
nor think of a thousand and
one ways to divert attention
so I can sweep away the mess
whilst no one is looking.

May as well sit with
Parliament because
just like there,

there's no honesty
at my buffet table.


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  • 3 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello again,

    another well balanced piece of work.

    The image of a buffet is clear. But I think, perhaps, it symbolises self image? What others perceive, body image maybe?

    I like the way you mirror the dishonesty of politicians to those ' buffet so called guests'

    For me it is a poem to unravel and ponder. Rereading it and hoping to discover hidden layers, much like a magic eye picture. I can never see those and I guess that in itself speaks volumes. :)

    Good work.


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