Poetry is…

By Sarah

Poetry is waiting all night
for your Sun to rise

Poetry is wasting your time
fooling yourself with lies

Poetry is that crucial moment
you finally catch those rays

And although its only a moment
it gives you poetry for days

Poetry is watching something you love
become something you despise

Poetry is watching vivid crimson
dull to rust as it dries

Poetry is the antici

...Pation that sometimes
makes you feel light in the head

Poetry is the sorrow you feel
When your Sun doesn't get out of bed

Poetry is the blanket
that smothers you in the night

Poetry is the blanket
you're clutching at in fright

Poetry is the blanket
that hugs you when you're cold

You start to sweat
Now your blanket is wet
Poetry can be so cold

Poetry is a blanket
that is fuzzy on one side
Poetry can be razor sharp
Can a blanket skin you alive?

Poetry is a blanket
whose edges are starting to fray

Poetry is the blanket
I just can't seem to throw away