Snow Crunching beneath my boots,
The sound of giggles surrounds me.
Footballs being tossed in the field.
Squirrels scamper up trees to the snow-laden branches,
The sound of airplanes above.
To my left I see trees,
To my right games are in session.
I lean against the concrete wall,
Slamming my journal closed.
This poem is done,
So is this nutrition break,
Time to come back to reality.
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My poems
PoetryI write poems to help with my depression and when I am feeling down. There are a few happy ones but most are sad. I will eventually take this down because i plan to enter these in contests or make a book out of them, but I will post them here for n...
