Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

trudge

I see them floating
Far above me
I try to wave at them
But they cannot see
I'm too far below them
They're distracted by the breeze
And too busy dancing
On the tops of trees
They swirl through the clouds
While I struggle and trudge
Through waist deep mud
And viscous sludge

Maybe someday
I will fly too
But until then
I'll struggle my way through