It's cold.
The tall grass on my legs.
It's dark.
The only bright lights in front of me.
I stare.
I watch them wait.
They're all waiting.
For what, I don't know.
I listen.
The faint music in the background.
I feel.
The cold metal beneath my hands.
I walk.
Row by row they pose.
Waiting as they jump.
Waiting as they run.
Waiting for their child.
The one that will sit upon them.
They spun.
Once upon a time, they spun.
In a circle they raced.
And now,
And forever more,
They stay.
Unmoved.
Waiting.
Waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PoesieThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
