Now, I’m not much of a poet, so be kind with your critiques… pretend that I care. Written and posted in 2012 for AndSoshewrites.com
And it feels like,
Coming in second in a race you know you were meant to win,
Or waiting to the last minute to grab an item,
Only to find out it’s now no longer there.
It feels like,
When your parents put something on the highest shelf,
So all you can do is just sit,
Watch it,
Wish for it,
Yet still never receive it.
It sometimes feels like,
When you wake up from a good dream,
And then remember you have to face the next day,
The smiles and bright colors of the dream fade away,
The stench of reality quickly replaces them.
And it always feels like,
Being the last person picked for a team,
Because you simply are not good enough.
And it feels like,
You’ve swallowed air,
And it is now lodged in your throat,
Causing a lump that’s beyond uncomfortable.
It feels like,
The pain in the pit of your stomach,
When something bad is about to happen.
The only difference is,
The pain doesn’t go away.
And then it feels like,
You were never meant to have what you wanted,
And that you never had what you thought you had in the first place.
Damn.
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