You are the edge of the universe,
The boundaries of my existence,
A place where students love to converse,
But only from a distance.
I had to write a poem,
But I didn’t know what about.
My mind was at a tipping point,
So I settled upon a pout.
I lay on the soft green blobs,
As I pondered the task at hand.
My head began to throb,
for it felt like a bag of sand.
And in my hour of darkness,
I did not wince nor cry aloud.
For then I heard a harkness,
That pushed me off the ground.
My teacher said a sound,
That made my heart abound
“The stairs that lead to nowhere”
Now that is quite a title,
I chose to use it for my poem-
The words are the most vital.
You are the edge of the universe,
The boundaries of my existence,
A place where students love to converse,
But only from a distance.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC
You are the edge of the universe,
The boundaries of my existence,
A place where students love to converse,
But only from a distance.
I had to write a poem,
But I didn’t know what about.
My mind was at a tipping point,
So I settled upon a pout.
I lay on the soft green blobs,
As I pondered the task at hand.
My head began to throb,
for it felt like a bag of sand.
And in my hour of darkness,
I did not wince nor cry aloud.
For then I heard a harkness,
That pushed me off the ground.
My teacher said a sound,
That made my heart abound
“The stairs that lead to nowhere”
Now that is quite a title,
I chose to use it for my poem-
The words are the most vital.
You are the edge of the universe,
The boundaries of my existence,
A place where students love to converse,
But only from a distance.