“Out Of Options” Poem of the Day (2022)

Out Of Options

By Ashley O’Hare

If I burn my hair

and smudge powder on my eyes,

I’ll blend into the crowd

and hide the tears I’ve cried.

If I burn another bridge

and turn on airplane mode,

I’ll drown out all the noise

of the phony girls and boys.

But I’ve run out of matches

and the lighter is out of juice.

I have to stand my ground-

I’m out of options now.

So I’ll buy a few stakes

and hammer myself into place.

When the noise comes crashing down,

on deaf ears it will surely drown.

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