“Something Deep and Meaningful”
I am handed a packet and told to read.
Roses dance in the sun after emerging from the seed.
My heart sinks as I notice it’s full of poetry.
The winds are howling as they blow down a tree.
Perspiration rolls down my face.
The rhyme scheme is ABBA.
But this is no Dancing Queen.
All I want to do is scream.
This is inside information to immense intellect.
The teacher says with a grin.
While my heart breaks.
Like the dove in the cage.
I read the work of a million poets.
The names of which I do not care.
When asked what they mean I return,
A thousand yard stare.
I put down the packet with tears in my eyes.
My soul is a car in disrepair.
(this bit has nothing to do with the poem).
For poetry is to happiness
as fire is to a home.