Musical Chairs (Headlines #1), poetry by Hive account@naquoya.

Day 28 of 100 for Hive account@d-pend's Poetry Challenge

Musical Chairs

The man in the big grey suit
Sat the child down and spat out his words
So that they formed a crust
Around the perimeter of the child's
Sense of self and wonder

"You'll do as I tell you."
He spoke like a fire breathing dragon
Pumped full of life's anguish and resentments
Towards all that is good and holy
and desiring of life

The child had heard it all before
So many times he had lost count
He allowed the words to filter through
Trickle down and run their course
As they always had

Perhaps this is life, he thought
Perhaps this is the game and he's playing it wrong
But size seems to matter
As venom revealed itself in the eyes
Of the grey suited angry man

"If only you were more like..."
He stopped listening at this point
Musical chairs going around in his head
Sounding like words now stripped of their pain
And given a new course.

Reading Notes: This poetry is new and written exclusively for the 100 Day Poetry Challenge, which is explained in more detail here and here.

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