The Art Room

In the school's art room

when no one was around

i sat, forlorn by my own grief

as a way to escape my pain

november had already broken my bones

my letters remained ignored

so i sat, and watched a friend paint

marking the beginning of something fleeting

This is one of my favorite poems in this series. It is simple yet carries a very deep meaning which is finding solace amidst the war you are fighting with your demons. It is about a friend (we barely talked like friends) that i would sit and watch paint. It was one of the place in school where i could escape and feel just fine without thinking about the one who had absquatulated me. But little did i knew, it was the start of something fleeting which would forever remain unspoken. There is a feeling of tragedy in this story, which inspired me to go beyond and write a short film script and a song about this.