"Talk" by Elisabeth D

Where do I begin?

Man, I don’t even know.

Let’s see how this goes,

Sit back and enjoy the show.

Now this poem isn’t your typical stuff,

I don’t follow the definition of a sonnet and such,

I could bore you about the future and all that mush,

But believe me I don’t want to leave you crushed.

So what should I talk about?

School, work, family, and all that?

Well, school and work are exhausting without a doubt,

And my family’s… well they’re my family, let’s just leave it at that.

We could talk about the world,

And all that’s going on…

But talking about all that will leave your brain swirled,

And before you know it you’ll be gone.

Maybe talking about graduation might do.

But who really wants to “get emotional” right now?

Besides,

We have so much time too.

I’m pretty sure by this point you’re probably confused,

Wondering what point I’m exactly trying to make.

At the start of this poem I didn’t know either, I just kinda cruised.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… Talk.

I know, I know, what does she mean by talk?

She came up with every excuse in the book not to talk.

She didn’t even know what to talk about.

That’s just it, there’s so much to say without a doubt.

If I had to talk about any of these topics,

Believe me we’d be here forever.

But nobody has “time for that”,

So let me get it together.

Talking, no matter how good or annoying, is a gift,

Sounds cliché? Yeah, I know.

But come on be honest, sometimes you let it drift.

There is so much to talk about,

It’s pretty ridiculous.

So I find it very ironic when someone asks, “What do you want to talk about?”

And we all suddenly become clueless.