Sigh. School starts again tomorrow and it’s full on exam revision from then onwards. Still going to write everyday though – it’s my favourite form of procrastination!
This is a little piece I wrote this evening in preparation for school, which I hope you enjoy.
It is a dull, grey void,
Which renders obsolete the fruit of thought,
Coats creativity in a thick coat
Of dust,
And steals sparkles from eyes,
Using their brightness to fuel the fire
That turns the untameable
To ashes;
Solemn lines of uniforms that march through time
On a journey to a mystic land never explained;
That they call life, even as
They stain it with irremovable
Pain of trying to confirm with an ideal
That cannot be attained.
A Teacup Full of Stories 