Tea Time Poem by Jozef Simonic

The steam screams
as the kettle heats and beats,
finally the cups are filled.
As the tea drinkers dink,
the worst aspects of their lives
are revealed in an innocent room.
Everyone comforts the one
who has their mind made up.
Everyone offers their opinions
from all of their possessions.
But I know,
that after the tea party ends
the hostess will drop her drink,
she will fall and go limp,
she cries and shrivels in her room.
A splotch of black
on an unscarred canvas.