Lethargy

• Ethan Scaife, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

This silent trauma infects,
Forcing me to still my thoughts of what is next,
I see clichéd screens that tell a tale of what is untrue
And when I see them I want to think of you…

I can’t change what’s been told,
I just hope I’ll know not to fold,
But among fools I walk,
Among the stench of sin I wade-
Distracted, I find it hard to talk,
Of what’s in store I am afraid.

There will be time to wipe away tears,
But doesn’t that just instill more fears?

You know you mean the world to me,
Absence will become your enemy
But don’t submit to your lethargy-
You are the way you ought to be.