S

SO WHAT

Now that she is thirty
Her youth haunts her
Ot is gone.
Safety,happiness,adventure
Gone.
Knowing that SOMETHING EXCITING
IS ABSOLUTELY,DEFINATELY,
GOING TO HAPPEN.
That's Gone too.

Now it's NOW WHAT!
Disillusionment clouds her senses
oblivious to the earthy smell of fresh rain
greeny brilliance of a lush feild
blinding quality of a mid-day sun
tentative wettness of a first kiss
excitingly witty courtship
hungry, unbearable lust of learing new things
and the contagious laughter straight from the Soul.

She remains a husk
with a tired ,jaded mind
broken body,disillussioined Soul
dark and dreary days
filled with uneventful chores and reurgitated laughs
Polite acknowelegment and lonliness.
Failure, a bloody metalic taste on her tongue
unintrested grunt torwards sex
A sickeningly avid interest in
the woes of others.

Whereas her friends in youth were
"Forever and ever and ever"
Now it's
"Till that bitch pisses me off."
But so what.
So what if your heart
is in the darkest coner
Brought out to air
in between decades.
It will be tossed out soon
for it has a past-due date. But
So what.