What do you think of my poem "My Trip: Nothing New"?
I would greatly appreciate your constructive criticism.
Thanks to all who participate.
"My Trip: Nothing New"
I don't want to do anything new
I'm waiting to go on my trip
to my three brothers
who never knew me and never will
who will revive those
sad childhood feelings
to those brothers
who will remind me
how different I am
and I'm not talking gender
I will be pretending to be adult
pretending to be sensible and
desperately keeping my head up
while I just prefer to float on my back
And I have to have fun, good times,
smile and laugh
Yes, I have to be a joiner, join
their fun, their conversation
Perhaps, I will fail
I'll get back to my listening
and understanding mode
I'll turn into the confidant
that sympathetic, empathetic
listener role that I do to perfection
I don't want to do anything new