Bored

Take flight mid flight
the sunlight, so bright
stomach growling, can't get up
legs, long gone to sleep
one in the afternoon
it feels like midnight
my mind, clouds

Images of a white dress, black tux
balloons pop, cake, stripper pops out
the alter, me looking, yeah I look sexy
the bride looks damn, words can't describe
perfection closes to description
best man checking out the bridesmaids
his girl, death stare.
Reality kicks in, wow what in the gods name
since when, huh, I don't want to get, what?
weddings? its official. I'm bored.

poem by Kelvin Owusu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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