Group Poem by Matthew Foor

Voices float around the room
landing on the lobes of my ears

Discernable and confusing

Faces down following text
Leaders maintain the order

Grasping to their patience
Irritability grows
Blooming as we progress

Unprecidented comments, Distracting actions and Random movements

Some speak with an uneducated ferver
Reading but stumbling line over line

Mumbles
Over the undertones of the topic at hand

The guy who loves the sound of his own voice
And the one who hates it
That one is me

To my right; a female
She helps to a degree

Sharing a love for laughter
Makes group go that much faster

Grown closer, we have,
To a point of attraction

Beyond mere friendship
To a place of stolen kisses
Waiting for that time
For our journey to begin

When we can be together

When we can start all over again