No Rules Poem by Estefano Molina

No Rules



Last night
I learned my fate
It's not pretty
But expected
It's all a game
Some Win
Some lose
I'm not playing though
I'll be the kid who takes his ball home with him
Stick a knife through it
Listen to the air escaping
I wish I was the air

Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: escape,frustration
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