Stress & Release

Tue, 09/12/2017 - 01:05 -- Coby

School gives me a pencil and a backpack

School gives me a heatstroke and a heart attack 

I feel this great weight on my shoulders 

I feel like I'm carrying ten boulders 

This weight cannot be seen by the human eye 

This weight resides within only my mind

Time to grow up and be a big boy

Time to throw away all my baby toys

My age has come, it's almost over

My age is growing, I'm almost a voter

I see an education ahead of me

I see college as somethings that's scary 

But life has been so good these four years

But life is about learning to face your fears

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

OceanEyesBlueTides

You have a lot of natural talent! Keep at it :) This is visually descriptive and gives a good narrative.

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