Negligent Memory


I lay down and contemplate

The meaning of all my years

For them to just end up here

Blankly staring at the tiny fluorescent lights

That blur in and out of my focus

As my eyes constrict and dilate

To the steady thrumming of the bass

In the neighboring room

That grows louder and softer

When people enter and close the door

Who drink in the music in order

To drown themselves in nonchalance

So they won’t think of being stuck here

As other students laugh in the lounge

Playing Dungeon’s of Dragons

Because they can’t bear their age

And play in a final act of reliving a life

That they used to believe in wholeheartedly



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