Ceiling
Painted white with a blank face, watching people walking through subways, discussing the ways of Hemingway. I contain so many secrets, so many sorrows, so many people wishing for a thousand tomorrows. Watching people praying for peace, I join them with ease. Smokey rooms covered with patches of blacks and blues, I've seen those burning shoes. Another cold night covered in dew, people wrapped in blankets watching the taming of the shrew. The house is booming with music, the master's back and the dog happily plays with his chewstick. Old momma is baking cake for her son Smith, he'll be back home when the clock strikes six. Those children in the classroom passing chits, promising each other to share their chips. The little girl gulping down the milk, in hopes of getting that new cadbury silk. I watch all these astonishing scenes everyday, they contain all the love and affection but there is noe for me for I'm just a ceiling.