I was walking in PE
Looking at these other
Fellow human beings
How they held their rackets
How they ran around the court
How they flung the birdie around
Normally, I would have
Taken one look at this scene
And thought it was stupid, pointless
But as I watched the games being played
A symphony of metaphors
Ran rampant in my mind
I thought about how these birdies
Relied on people to fly
The same people who would let them fall
How these birdies go head first
Into their future
Only to slam into the ground
I thought about how these birdies
Who should be able to fly freely
Are being forced to land
How these birdies would eventually
Take their last flight
Across the forever sky
I wonder when my brain
Had reprogrammed itself
To see this worlds poetic beauty
Such a dull scene
Had my brain churning
To create new horizons
I shuddered as my thoughts
Started to rhyme
And create a masterpiece
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
