Splashing chlorine
Smell of disinfectant
As my head feels like someone is pounding it with a hammer.
People sit in rows,
Smushed to the point of no return.
Moms screeching at children,
Dads on their phone.
Siblings either don't care
Or are having the time of their lives.
Strokes, kids, and coaches of all shapes and sizes.
Cheers before it begins.
Yet as I stand, sweating and thinking.
Happiness consumes me when she has won.
Although, this is tiring and people are a bore.
I'm here for her,
And there's nothing I'd love to do more.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from High School
PoetryIn this book, I'll write things that may be happening or things that may have happened. This is a poem book, and I hope most can relate. Thanks.
