Story Of An Over Party Poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani

The party is over

Leave scattered wish and ruined dream

Why was it held in the first place?

To celebrate the sweet-nothing of us?

Everyone was here joining the game

Did we invite the player?

As now pile of reason drag us down

Read of loud for me:

Where was I? Did sanity left in the first flight?

How come I? Have I tag the wrong fantasy?

Unwritten for you:

Why do you? Did you aim the vanity trophy?

How could you? Have you concluded your crime?

You left me stranded to clean up the deep scratch on the wall

Wait… what was carved there? Is that my memory?

I think you have invented a foul intention to the house

Burn it down and leave no trace for me to crawl

I would not pursue you further – consider it as a lost treasure

Enchanted but cursed – so the hissed went around

I would dust off my hand and feet of last night madness

Pretend to be dead when you’re boldly alive

The false remarks about me being persistently stupid – ring my bell

As the banner outside the yard read ‘glory to the queer’

I overwhelmed by the feeling of rage – sincerely lost in my own agitation

It wasted. I decide to sell the house and move on to the next shelter

But who’s gonna buy the house? Even, noone buy the story after party

They would passed the place and trace the word of ‘farewell’ in their memory

Let them be – not a word that I owe, nobody should bother

I’m tired of myself and your-intermittent-self

Trap between ‘I am’ and ‘you are’ – I wish all just a simple ‘us’

And no living-thing around to mind what are we after the party

Sigh… we can’t just passed without justify or people identify

So much to sacrifice when you know we would lose

There we stand and here we framed, we and others

As a candle – I’d like to shed myself and brace to lit brighter

As a hero – I might been killed preserving your charm

But both just a rude-fact of a victim dying for their selfish-duty

Not presenting the deeds to satisfy your need – just not

I gave up the key, I intend to let the rest to explore and share

Perhaps, then they learn how privilege can be deceiving

This is it, wipe no more - try stop to adore

Just one story of an over-party, would you buy?