Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Feb 2015 Mia Beaumont
Francie Lynch
A poem is like
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Sanded for smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.

— The End —