Oh god — it’s not fair, you rip the seam and rend my dream
oh brother — it’s not fair the creaking door, the footsteps upon the floor
oh mother — it’s not fair your tender voice that breaks the silent noise
oh father — it’s not fair, the smells you make, that homemade pancake
oh sun — it’s not fair, your warm light that burns away the night from sight
oh my bed — it’s not fair, why so soft, my duvet hugs, its high loft
oh my friends — it’s not fair, you line my bed, protect a drowsy head
oh my hood — it’s not fair, your schools, your teachers, all your tools
oh Canada — it’s not fair, all my BFFs from places in such a mess
oh my world — it’s not fair, the climate, your apathy, my share of debt
Oh my life — it’s not fair, let me sleep, 5 more minutes, my pillow let me keep.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: write your own sad poem, but one that, like Teicher’s, achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.
30 Poems in 30 Days
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