My poems

# -17

Everyone is waiting for the “go” but I am still in “set”

because I didn’t realized the “ready” will end so fast

I think I got busy with my own sadness

or phrases it was destiny who tempt me with a life I will never have.

Nothing waits from me there

its dark and only the car headlines allow me to see.

I am scared

They wear names in their jersey, running towards a future with alpha chi omega

Running behind the names will be the closest I will be to them.

I only hope for gypsy life

The endless cars rides, and time that seems to last heavily.

However,  mistakes that seems worth of circle 9 wouldn’t let me go,

I need to fix the love of those hands that brush my hair,

and to fix who i, I was.

When he left he took my crown with him and

left me gasping for air like a fish in plain sight- dying

I am not ready to restart but nothing waits for me here

because he is gone and she is busy surviving.

They all ran and I sat here waiting for him

Ready, Set…

Go

Author's note: I know the peom may seem odd to some of you but there is a reson why I wrote the way I did. I reason for the lower case "i," and many other devise that I used, is not wrong so don't bother to tell me it is.