if you put a piece of coal
rough
unpolished
under extreme pressure
and stress
and heat
it turns, voila
into a diamond
smooth
polished
if you put a
me
under pressure
and stress
and heat
i crack
fall apart
there is no beauty
there is no transformation
only desolation
a sobbing mess
upon the floor
snot and tears mixing together
and dribbling down a face
you turn away
as the sight is too
sad to see
i wish pressure turned me
into a diamond
at least then
i'd be valuable to somebody
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
