Bowling
I look to my left. You were there, smiling.
I took a deep breath.
You sensed that I was hesitant. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
You stood there with a gummy smile and said, "You got this little buddy."
It felt as though I had the power of a hundred men. Suddenly you were gone.
The one vibrant prints were soon replaced with gridded, smoldering ashes.
The luminous sun was replaced by the silent washed out footsteps tiptoeing discreetly throughout the city.
A voice echoed as my hands kept roaming this weighted spherical ball.
I shut my eyes.
I tried to picture that day as though it was yesterday. "It's your birthday bro, make it a good shot".
I nodded. I had to make her proud.
I turn back around.
The only thing facing me was the ghostly presence of my past and ten, muddied up pins.
I took a step.
Let out my breath I've been holding in.
Another step. Position. I let go.
Strike.
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Perspective Through Poetry
PoetryPerspective through poetry... a poetry book based on my perspective of topics that generally occur throughout your life whether it may be a story of betrayal, loss, realization, heart break, etc. This book will be a complication of poems written b...
