Flying on Broken Wings: a collection of poetry #Wattys2016

Possessive

I mourn a very deep loss today

And it is bitter tears that I weep

I'm so sad and my world has become gray

I have been cut extremely deep.

For I lost my favorite wristband

It was in my locker and now it is gone.

Why would someone take it? I just do not understand:

Don't people these days know right from wrong?

I throw on my finest black funeral attire,

And go out to the yard, though there is nothing to bury.

I only want it back, that is my deepest desire

This grief, alone, I must carry.

I reach into my pocket, and to my surprise,

There is my wristband! It was here all along!

I feel kind of silly. I cannot believe my eyes.

I am so happy I could burst into song!

However, I'll stay calm and refrain

Because that is nothing that you need to see

This is just like the time I "lost" my favorite keychain

When all along, it was right on the floor, as plain as can be!

People tell me that I am over-dramatic

But I'm not, im just paranoid about people touching my stuff.

That's why I never let people into my attic,

I don't let people touch the things I most love.