Fireworks

A short piece of symbolism reflecting my Independence Day evening.

I went away
I can't remember why
Maybe I was tired
I left the party while you were passed out 
And I wandered around
Navigated by the stars 
And I met others my age
I think they were lost in space too
I didn't know them but they were kind
I just wish my clothes were white
Just like theirs
I guess my head came loose again
I don't even know where I am
And I wonder what you're doing
That makes me question what I'm doing
My time has certainly passed by 
Someday my clothes will be white
Just like theirs
And I won't even cry about the times you spilled beer on my shirt
And my scars won't talk about the nights I couldn't sleep
There goes my life before my eyes
I hope you're ready for the fireworks
Lord knows it's been a quiet night
Maybe you'll notice how bright they shine 
Before they diminish and go out
And when you wake up in the morning
Covered in shame and bottles 
I don't want you to worry 
I got home okay 

Reviews

[Katrina]

Though this was written to reflect on your Independence Day, I think this piece will speak to anyone (including me) who had a bit of a wild, misspent youth. It reminded me a lot of old parties I had been to, just before I stopped trying to pretend I was enjoying them. The whole "my clothes will be white" kind of representing growing up, being more responsible and the obvious "purity." All in all, fabulous job, even if I got something completely unintended from it.

[Indoor Downpours]

Thanks for the review! And the poem was about a party that actually transpired that night. The fireworks symbolize our "grand finale" before we die. I'm glad you enjoyed it.