A new day
Breathing new air
Feeling wind in my hair
And running
The streets
My path I'm bound
New skies, new ground
New shoes
I'm done
Done with the day
Of only halfway
No more
Done with
Half-purposed intentions
Half-finished poems
And half-eaten sandwiches
I'm caffeine
I'm fire
Burning alive
Sparking a drive
The drive to finish
My local construction
To fix my flaws
To escape
So run
No stopping
No dropping
No dying
Just flying
Soaring free
In the sky you'll see
My wings
Large and white
Taking flight
The world sinking
In the clouds thinking
I might just do this
Might get up
Brush off the dust
And begin again
And back on the earth
Feet strike the road
Legs like pistons
One, two, one, two
Vorpal sword in hand
Uffish thoughts in mind
And my enemy
The sickness, the jabberwock
Master of apathy
King of the lazy
Tells me to lie here
Give up and die here
A whisper
From the One
"Don't listen!
Struggle for me and live!"
Swing the sword
Snicker-snack
And slay the vile king
The monster serpentine
And back on the road
Back on the run
Back as a son
I live the new day
And we're gonna make it
After all...
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Poems of the Left Hand
PoetryYou've read poems. You've met left-handed people. But you haven't read poems by left-handed people. (Or maybe you have, but you didn't know it. Or at least, it wasn't in the title, right?) Here, you will find a collection of short poems both silly a...
