T
Tiger
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Just a short poem I wrote one day during math class, interpret it, I dare you :)
My throat is burning
Air feels like fire
My heart races
Loud in head
My thoughts run
So do my feet
On the solid ground
But I'm flying
Between every step
I soar
I feel like I'm playing with gravity
My legs don't hurt
Or burn
They aren't being stretched
My lungs are
They burn
From air made of fire
I gasp as I stop
My lungs and throat
The pain is too much
My legs and spirit
Want to fly again
My lungs win
I sit, I read
I let my spirit fly
In a safe way
A painless way
A way that makes
Air nothing
Unimportant
And I fly
With story plots
And amazing characters
My spirit soars along with theirs
And air isn't fire anymore
My throat is burning
Air feels like fire
My heart races
Loud in head
My thoughts run
So do my feet
On the solid ground
But I'm flying
Between every step
I soar
I feel like I'm playing with gravity
My legs don't hurt
Or burn
They aren't being stretched
My lungs are
They burn
From air made of fire
I gasp as I stop
My lungs and throat
The pain is too much
My legs and spirit
Want to fly again
My lungs win
I sit, I read
I let my spirit fly
In a safe way
A painless way
A way that makes
Air nothing
Unimportant
And I fly
With story plots
And amazing characters
My spirit soars along with theirs
And air isn't fire anymore