| Subject: A Clashing of Cultures |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 21:18:20 10/01/02 Tue
Rain falls rhythmically, drumming trailer's cold walls,
Pain and cold seem my bedfellows this night,
A morning ago, life flowed with comforts, all...
But screaming impulse drove me to this carnival site.
Yesterday's face feigned contentment, my mask hiding all,
A college career, mapped for me by some,
Life swirled and tumbled, a burdensome squall,
Escape, I must do, my parents struck dumb.
The carnival left town, taking me in its tow,
I searched high and low, a mentor to find,
A lonely outsider, my isolation did grow,
Sulking in corners, I wasn't their kind.
My language betrayed me, preppy polish did show,
The carnys all shunned me, distrust running strong,
I'm found an outcast, from people I branded so low,
It stuck in my throat, my views were so wrong!
My eyes sadly track wiggling trails of rain,
I see only darkness, storm sounds split this night,
I'll slip home at dawn -- I can't take this pain,
Preppy surrender revealed a soul unwilling to fight...
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