Poetry – Day 22

Words

I am beyond frustration

I cannot handle the repetition

I am sitting here wondering

If I made the right decision

Opening these books

Forcing my brain to understand

What I can only assume is a foreign language

I do not comprehend

Do I want to comprehend?

I’m convinced if the text was written before 1900

It is not for me to understand

I don’t understand why I have to read this dank, oppressed language to know what the future holds

Clearly these words weren’t written with me in my mind

These crotchy men had no clue some two hundred odd years later

My eyes would be reading their words

The more I read the more I question

Is this really what I signed up for?