Scowl

Scowl

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I have become agitated
with you all.
With all your chattering
and prattling
and your thoughts like
endlessly revolving doors.

I am packing myself
in a box,
an ad hoc fort
of old couch
cushions.

Light attempts to
squeeze
in through the corners.

I can hear
you all
rambling and
meandering
outside.

It's a bitter
loneliness,
but I savor it. 
I relish the
opportunity
to feel annoyed.

It's always important
to cherish
a foul mood.

© 2018 Ben Taylor


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Added on April 5, 2018
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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO



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