My Last New Years Eve Party
I recently moved house to reflect my personal situation,
my neighbours asked me to their New Year celebration.
I didn’t know anyone, so I mingled around for a while
I introduced myself and tried hard to raise a smile.
The guests weren’t the most sociable that I’d ever met
they didn’t want to mingle and get to know me yet.
They were preoccupied and didn’t want to know me at all
I thought I had the plague and was just about to fall.
The back ground music was depressing and very low key,
on the sombre and eerie side to do anything for me.
When I asked about a music change to a happier kind of mood
I received stares and glares, which I thought extremely rude.
It was then that I felt unwelcome and wished I’d gone elsewhere,
and began thinking of an excuse to get the hell out of there.
A young woman approached and said, “It’s much too early yet! ”
“For what, ” I said. “Why, for leaving here without regret.”
“What gives you the impression that I want to leave, ” I said.
“It’s written all over your face and it’s so easily read.
You look way out of place and bored out of your head,
you dislike the music, and the conversation is dead.”
“You’re not wrong, but do you know any of the guests here? ”
“No, I’ve only been to two of their parties this year.”
“I suppose everyone here including you all live close by? ”
“I do, but the others come and go in the blink of an eye.”
“What do you think of the music and the people here tonight? ”
“Oh, I’m used to the music, but this lot are a miserable sight.”
“Isn’t it unusual, everyone’s dressed in their Sunday best
and it leaves me wondering what’ll happen next? ”
At the very first stroke of midnight the morbid music ceased,
everything and everyone’s colour began to be released.
Each chime, brought a greyness and an added translucence,
and by the last chime, everything faded into non-existence.
poem by Orlando Belo
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