3/15/12

Sick Of
By Nicole Gail


I’m sick and tired of seeing the same

TV commercials on every channel.

Of walking down the street and

tripping forward onto my face.

Of fifteen year old kids exchanging

“I love yous” and cigarettes because

they’re too young to understand

that both are equally pernicious

to one’s health and wellbeing.

I’m sick and tired of

dropping

things.

Of leaning down to pick them up

at the same moment that someone walks

by and kicks them further away.

Of animals that continue to perish in my

care because they’re needy and actually

expect me to remember to feed them.

But most of all I’m sick of you. Sick

of the way you talk, the sway in your walk.

The damned sound of you voice and the

arrogance in your ostentatious smile.

I’m sick of my heart, this foolish heart—

how it continues pulsating in clichés

every single time I see you walk past;

wishing, in some sick fantasy, that I

would be the one to walk beside you.


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'Nicole Gail is a student dwelling in the suburbs of Northern Virginia. She has been writing stories and poetry since she was ten years old and dreams of one day being a recognized, successful author of either horror or romance novels.'