Poetry
I wrote this a few minutes ago.
"The Obligatory Guest"
There’s a void inside,
A hollowing-out
That never fails to
Make any function
Without that leering,
Widening smile.
No one can stand its
Presence, yet every
Body bides its bad
Company. But it
Never wants to leave.
So, they let it stay
And make the best of
The time in passing
With polite, forced grins.
Once every while,
One dares to ask it,
“Why do you not go?”
But such one is ne’er
Heard, only ignored.
They still suffer it.
"The Obligatory Guest"
There’s a void inside,
A hollowing-out
That never fails to
Make any function
Without that leering,
Widening smile.
No one can stand its
Presence, yet every
Body bides its bad
Company. But it
Never wants to leave.
So, they let it stay
And make the best of
The time in passing
With polite, forced grins.
Once every while,
One dares to ask it,
“Why do you not go?”
But such one is ne’er
Heard, only ignored.
They still suffer it.