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. To be honest, it is all blur when it comes to the muse of this poem because i had two friends who were not in my grade during this time who i would watch paint, while misery was creeping upon me. It was one of the place in school where i could escape and feel just fine without thinking about the one who absquatulated me. But little did i knew, it was the start of something fleeting which would bring demise on a friendship. I talked about this in part-II of "I Sent the Text" poetry series. Again it is all fictional because i like to re-write a character.