Ominous Silence
Is silence ominous
or just an indication
of boredom, feeling
fed up with life
Open-plan office, only
accompaniment a text
on corruption, Strauss
in my earphones
No warm camaraderie
to fill emotional spaces
‘tis where unlovability
comes in
I cannot feign interest
I admit, ate too much
bread this weekend
chemical depression
Can only be overcome
by adrenaline: surprise,
anger, amusement or
a challenge
Would work - but how
does one get hold of
such things…
Monday morning 13/02/2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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