My intentions were simple ones –
to enjoy the warmth, to take in my innocence,
to get out of my boring routine.
Never realized what I was in for.
Thought to myself ‘wish he was here.
Wish I could tell him how much I cared.’
It was all taken away before I could see
what kind of opportunity lay before me.
I told them no, not afraid to say it,
but they insisted and I was forced to go.
Went too quietly, without thinking the worst,
was brought to a stranger’s house
and shown the worst.
The scenes upset me, I called a cab.
I knew they would laugh but refused to care.
And now I sit alone and wait
for things to come and wisdom to take
its place in my mind.
I now return to my routine,
safe and predictable, forgiving and cheap.
Sarah Butland © 2007-2009