The people in my class analyzed poetry
With finely sharpened pencils
And color coordinated pens.
I don’t understand.
I thought poetry spewed from within,
Without care,
Out of necessity,
Out of the need to rip the bullet from
One’s heart,
Out of the need to
Save oneself.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
The people in my class analyzed poetry
With finely sharpened pencils
And color coordinated pens.
I don’t understand.
I thought poetry spewed from within,
Without care,
Out of necessity,
Out of the need to rip the bullet from
One’s heart,
Out of the need to
Save oneself.