Monday, March 30, 2015

I will survive

Hey! Here's a poem for you!

They say

Only the fittest survive, sardonically.

The whole enchilada’s pressing on my throbbing 

Head. Like a drained sponge, dehydrated

I can only hear jeers, see mocks, talk

Nothing with my quivering lips, to the

World that says I am drowning to doom in the

Tough Ocean of the world. But they know not 

That I can swim.