Poetry

A poem I wrote a few nights ago. See if you can figure it out.

The Ball

I am still the little kid
Playing ball in the yard.
And when it falls to the street
I chase after it.
I shouldn't have
And I knew that.

The closer I got
The closer a truck came
The closer it got to hitting me.
The more I wanted my ball
The harder I was hit.
I fell at my own expense
When the ball betrayed me
And fell to the street.
The difference is
Someone picked it up
And took it away from me.
Maybe it was never mine to have

Did I ever stop playing with it?
Almost three years ago
I found it
And made my mark on it.
It fell to the street many times.
But I've always left unscathed.
Others didn't fare as easily.

It found its way back to me.
This time
I realized how much I missed it.
It was mine
And I never wanted it to leave.
When it fell to the streets this time
I was left hospitalized.
My heart was found on the road
Shattered.


Surprisingly, this poem was inspired when on the last day of school, I saw Lizzie playing with a volleyball and when she dropped it she almost got hit by a basketball. I get ideas by the craziest of things.


And another poem I wrote months ago, but is my favorite of all the ones I wrote during my poetry craze.

Time Limits

Time
60 seconds
60 minutes
24 hours
7 days
1 year

Never ending
No beginning
No end
Just there.
So why does it feel like
It's running out?

Days go by
Months
Years
Time slipping away.
Unnoticed
Until needed.

Time constricting us
Measuring how long
How long can we relax?
How long can we rest?
How long can I do the things I love?
How long
do we
Have?

The seconds tick away
Counting off the time
Minute hands our guards
Hour hands the cell
Trapped in time.
That's how we are.
Trapped
Limited

I don't want time
Limiting my life.


Comments are greatly appreciated (seeing as how I don't get them anymore...)

TWGS ♥