Blackest Job Of Them All

Another one decides to meet me to soon
another one I’ll have to throw in the fiery lagoon
I have a busy job as it is
deciding fate, It’s no debate
It’s up to me you see
and I’ve been around for eternity
When they take their own lives it is too late
They’re gone, in my hands to decide
but like every job there is rules
I have to cast them aside
their fate will be to see how the ones they left behind feel and live
what their actions did to those they cared about when they were alive
For all eternity
there is where they will be

poem by Matthew Rousseau
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Concentration

I concentrate for a week and produce an hour of homework
Trapped, buried or lost, there seems to be some sort of leak
I don’t why it has to be in the thinking process of my brain
However, My focus becomes as good as a de-railed train

This happens sparingly though
I eventually find a piece of art to show
To the crowd all around me
Piled up to the ceiling So that I cannot see

Whether I am strong or meek at the time
I get it done like a punishment for an unjust crime
Who makes these rules I’m not sure, I’ll pass
Remind me, why did I write this poem for literature class?

poem by Matthew Rousseau
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