I can cry,
like a sick child,
home with the flu,
I can scream,
like no one hears me,
like the whole world is deaf,
I can laugh,
like Will Ferrell
or like a comedian’s audience,
I can smile,
like Shirley Temple,
or a dental commercial,
I can dance,
like a swan,
on a frosted over lake,
I can turn,
like a ballerina,
on a big wooden stage,
I can do almost,
anything.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoetryThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
