Poems from candid_cass
Intelligence
and talent,
and even poverty
They all deserve
a reward
to an education.
But average
is nothing...
Sitting sideways,
watching clothes tumble
wrapping herself
in the soft, delicate
quiet of midnight
An old, tired ...
Here I sit, once again, pondering why
Why did I take this class? Am I crazy?
I tap and tutter, releasing a sigh.
I don't understand; study...
Talkative people and silent movers
stalk their sleep without a peep.
sinking and rolling, never really knowing
if ground is up and if down...