Musical chairs

I only go there for the donuts 
the chairs are hard and cold 
even though I am sweating 
while a symphony of boo hoo's 
encompass the circle 
the violinist on my left 
a first chair of sadness 
then it is my turn 
and I lie through gritted teeth 
that I am fine 
just trying to get through 
the last ten minutes 
till I can go outside 
and breath

from Sid & Mary ( Opal ) Terry Smith

Reviews

[HB Rita]

Something you are forcing yourself to do not willing to do! Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.

[terry smith]

Thank you for reading & the comment

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you meant "breathe" in the last line...
but wow...yes, this has that feel of going to a meeting the first time because we are pushed to go...and don't really feel we have a problem...or just don't need others to be privy to what's wrong with us, actually...so we make up stories to mask our inner tears.
j.

[terry smith]

Thanks for the comment and all the reads

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i very much enjoy your writes, Terry....
if you get a moment sometime, maybe stop by my page?
Have a good Sunday....
j.

[terry smith]

I surely will I just got off of work have a great day

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like an AA meeting, or possibly some type of group therapy. Liked the spare, clear delivery, which enhanced the emotional impact.

[terry smith]

Thank you.....