how did I get here?
days like today
sitting in front of fresh faced youth
firm flesh
bright hair
creased brows
click click click the pens writing
swish flip
the pages turning
sighs.
how did I get here?
this was me
why am I out in front?
why am I captain of this ship?
did I pass my test?
4 comments:
I'd pay good money for forty minutes of silence.
Nice verse.
40 minutes sounds amazing! :)
i am loving your poetry...keep it coming.
I love your poems - they have wonderful rhythm!
I often find myself in places, like school, and wonder how the hell I ended up here.
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