When The Jokes Are No Longer Funny

Late into the year,
the excitement of the new
has long faded.

The heat of the day
grows at the slightest
irritation.

Smiles are plastic
and last a little longer.

Idiosyncrasies play
like a broken record,
repeating ad nauseum
to your heightened tension.

Then fun begins to hurt
from the saturation of the heart
and the closet misanthrope begins
to play.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ghana, GHA

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, John Keats, Percy Shelley, Oscar Wilde, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Henry Longfellow, William Yates, Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath

Comments

William Saint George

12 years 3 months ago

Thanks for the comment, Beau.

I agree with you on the title. I'll change that bit shortly. And yes, I'm in a rut right now. It's really bad, with school projects staring at me in the face, and a host of other issues. :-(

But things are beginning to turn around. Right now, I'm just hanging on. Thanks for the thought. I'll be back to myself when it's over. :-)

Frenchf

12 years 3 months ago

So sad this description

Of life when it is to enjoyable. Well described . Sorry to hear you are in a bad place.

William Saint George

12 years 3 months ago

Life

often ends up being many things it isn't meant to be. That probably is what makes living it worthwhile.