I threw the ball
And passed it to another
For the distance, it didn't matter
Hoping for a player to pass it back to me.
It's such a long way!
The ball zoomed down by a far
I'm still waiting, evidently free
You know, hoping for them to pass it back to me.
Till I'm too tired of waiting
And walked not a mere distance
Only to find out for my brittle being—
The ball that I threw just a minute.
It was left unnoticed— degraded
And as I watch the player playing another ball
Which here I am, an idiot who's hoping it'll pass back to me
And not just my entertainment was gone—
But also my whole being.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
