(I am)
I am the swollen shiner from life's sucker punches. Bloodied noses from left field jabs. The kidneys that feel the brunt force when you get stabbed in the back.
I am the intricate plan, designed so you can fail, the question with no right answer.
I am the fighting chance and strands of hope, morally pulling you through times of disaster.
I am the child holding a bottle of jack daniels, flying off the handles of life and landing in shambles.
I am the realization that nukes will not be our finale, that our world is ****** we have one last tally.
I am a poem, of a child so true, about lifes questioning lessons with nothing left to do....but wait.
I am....
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
(I am)
I am the swollen shiner from life's sucker punches. Bloodied noses from left field jabs. The kidneys that feel the brunt force when you get stabbed in the back.
I am the intricate plan, designed so you can fail, the question with no right answer.
I am the fighting chance and strands of hope, morally pulling you through times of disaster.
I am the child holding a bottle of jack daniels, flying off the handles of life and landing in shambles.
I am the realization that nukes will not be our finale, that our world is ****** we have one last tally.
I am a poem, of a child so true, about lifes questioning lessons with nothing left to do....but wait.
I am....