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Nov 2013
My eyes have opened,
to find that a new day is in motion.
As I roll out of comfort,
I am pulled abruptly into a state of anger-
all the result of a notification.

As sudden as sleep came the night before,
I am surging with adrenaline.
In record time,
I am awake and prepared.

Prepared for the moment that has been capturing my thoughts.

The time is now, but not as planned.
Still, it will do.

I venture my course, making way to my destination.
I am ready.
It is now or never.

Anticipation ceases as this satisfactory moment approaches,
now that I have arrived.

As I seek out the source of this nonsense,
with intent to unleash my anger,
I am quickly disappointed.
The source is not available.

Desperate for my relief, I am determined to find an outlet.
Moving down the chain- the notifier will do.

Finally, my moment is here.

She initiates the conversation,
to which I respond with silence.
My first expression of my dissatisfaction towards them.

She offers an opening and I become rude.
Immediately demanding an answer to this absurdity.
As I allow myself to be taken by the heat inside,
she becomes fearful and begins taking my moment from me.

She is ending the conversation,
though I have not said all that I have been waiting for.

This is wrong.
This is not my moment.
This was not the plan.
It was suppose to be smooth and gratifying.


Yet,
it was unexpected and displeasing.

All that time spent patiently waiting, only to have my moment stolen again by the same thieves.


Like before, I am left with nothing.
Nothing but emotions and a full plate to worry about.
This poem is quite different from my usual style. Not even sure what I have written is considered a style, however, it is suitable to my needs of expression at the moment.
Jamie Lee
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Jamie Lee  34/F/Canada
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