What is this feeling that you feel?
Is it like catching an eel
With a quill
On a hill
Or taking a bitter pill?
No, that is not an emotion that I seek
Because you are not that meek.
Is it like drawing final breath
at a test
at instructor's behest
who is eyeing you like a pest?
No, that is not an emotion that I seek
Because you are not that weak.
Is it stomach churning,
burning,
and upturning,
Like a warning?
No, that is not an emotion that I seek,
So, why don't we take another peek?
It is flowing,
Glowing,
Always rowing,
Forcing you to be the one that's bowing.
Yes, that is the torment that you know,
That tiny sliver on the brow,
You are forever their cow,
How?
I do not know!
You have chosen to cut your own airflow.
So do not bow!
Take a stand
And demand,
So you can reprimand.
The one's guilty of your pain,
Who are shedding rain,
On your cheeks as a main
Course made of grain.
YOU ARE READING
P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
