Absolutely Nothing

(I found this poem in the book, Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. I hope it touches you as much as it touches me.)

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Chops’

because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed alot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Autumn’

because that was the name of the season

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed alot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Innocence: A Question’

because that was the question about his girl

And that’s what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at 3am he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’

Because that’s what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen.
~ By Osoanon Nimuss.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Reblogged this on Explore With Me and commented:
    I love this poem… It makes so much sense. In a world where we seek approval and love, all we get is an empty bed full of sorrows.

    Liked by 1 person

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