Ego won that night
A poem
I slammed shut the door to my dorm room
Walked away with my bags to never return
Took one last glance at your face
Our eyes locked for a second
You wanted me to stay
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Ego won that night
Besties to strangers
Moments to
memories.
This is a poem where the number of words decreases by one in each line — from nine words in the first line, eight in the second, to one word in the last. I don’t think there is any particular name to this type of poetry. It is freestyle and not to be confused with a nonet(a nine-line poem that has decreasing number of syllables in each line).
The poem is about the time I had a huge quarrel with my best friend/roommate in college which culminated in me moving out and taking refuge in another friend’s room in the middle of the night and also waking up an entire floor with our tantrums.
Would you please consider buying me a coffee? Thank you so much. As an Indian national deprived of her MPP rights, this gesture of yours means a lot!
Love.
