Conflict
written by: Martha Smith
I can remember the first record I ever played,
The feeling of lowering the needle down onto this simple piece of plastic:
Euphoria washing over me, seeing the endless spinning disc somehow make a heavenly sound
I did not notice the imperfections:
It was perfect.
As time went on,
I could hear the static and dust
The reluctance to play that heavenly melody.
Conflict.
The diamond stylus no longer worked with the grooves of the record
Conflict.
Never-ending conflict
Wearing each other down,
Until there is nothing but plastic and diamond from the ground:
That once heavenly sound became melancholy.
I no longer wanted to listen.
I find love very similar- simple yet complex.
Conflict.
I am a young poet, and have great aspirations. I would love to be recognised and start my career, I have always loved literature and am a figurehead for keeping literature alive. I have recently performed a speech on social media’s effects on our literacy as a society. Reading is my escape and passion and I hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoyed writing it.
