It's new year’s eve,
I’m in a nightclub
This is not my scene, as I tell myself
it’s just one night, it’s just one night
Still I feel empty, out of place
I’m pretending again, I need to stop doing this.
it makes me Numb
I put my hands into my pockets
There is something strange I find
I have an acorn in my pocket
What a strange man I am.
Who brings an acorn to a nightclub
I stand in the middle of people dancing
and I stare at this acorn, remind me of why
I stand like an island in a party
I saw this acorn months ago, lying in the road
it was my intention to save it, for
no tree can grow in the middle of the road
I planned to plant it somewhere
but I never planted it again, this acorn died in my pocket
I’m ashamed, I think of the tree it could have been
I held this hopefully seed and realised this seed was me
I held this metaphor of me
Lost, residing somewhere it shouldn’t be.
This acorn died, in a dark space
This will not be my end
I need to get away, break free
leap into a new future,
I need to see the stars on the other side of the planet
I need to swim in a different ocean
- O T Wellswood
About the Creator
O T Wellswood
Poet
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