YOU ARE READING

Poetry

This is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.

Rhyming Blindly

9 1 0

by nailinthewall

by nailinthewall

I can seem a little uptight.

I can fall whilst I'm standing upright.

My eyes shine but it really ain't that bright.

I'm wary, staying up all night.

Like a flock of birds, I'm taking flight.

No venom, but I give a lot of bite.

If you can't see, I'll give you my insight.

I'm always ready and gearing up for a fight.

I'm standing down; falling from a height.

I'm pulled and pushed by strings, a damn kite.

I see darkness even in the light.

"She can." "She can't." I just might.

"You're more than happy." Really quite.

Even doing wrong, I feel completely alright.

Bat-shit blind but with so much sight.

Small but not at all slight.

In blackness, only seeing the colour white.