Thursday, September 06, 2007

 

Again

Again,
I'm washed ashore,
on a rusted small boat,
after all the storms
that I've gone through.

Again,
I'm washed ashore,
in torn clothes,
after all the storms
that have ripped my clothes apart.

Again,
I'm washed ashore,
in disappointment,
after all the storms
that have made me look so insignificant.

But,

Again,
I'm going back to the sea,
motivated and prepared,
come a killer tsunami
that wipes out everything.

Comments:
comment on the waaaaay!
did our form 5 english teacher inspire u to write poems?????
haha she use to punish us with that remember?
nice one btw^^ keep it up!
 
not really...
hahaha...
thx for being appreciative...
muaxies...
 
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