Musical Chairs (Headlines #1), poetry by @naquoya.

Day 28 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge

Musical Chairs

The man in the big grey suit Sat the child down and spat out his words So that they formed a crust Around the perimeter of the child's Sense of self and wonder

"You'll do as I tell you." He spoke like a fire breathing dragon Pumped full of life's anguish and resentments Towards all that is good and holy and desiring of life

The child had heard it all before So many times he had lost count He allowed the words to filter through Trickle down and run their course As they always had

Perhaps this is life, he thought Perhaps this is the game and he's playing it wrong But size seems to matter As venom revealed itself in the eyes Of the grey suited angry man

"If only you were more like..." He stopped listening at this point Musical chairs going around in his head Sounding like words now stripped of their pain And given a new course.

Reading Notes: This poetry is new and written exclusively for the 100 Day Poetry Challenge, which is explained in more detail here and here.

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