#397 A Valid Excuse Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I'm sitting here, I'm waiting here,
My eyes are fixed on the sky.
A storm is slowing drawing near,
I watch it intensify.
If the winds blow and clouds spray,
I hope it washes my stains away.

I'm drowning now, I'm sinking now,
I'm feeling the push and pull.
I must go on but not sure how;
My frail lungs are nearly full.
If these currents surge once more,
The waves might rush me to the shore.

I'm hanging here, I'm swinging here,
I'm dangling by a thread.
I'm a speck upon a massive sphere,
Treading where millions have tread.
If my neck slips from this noose,
At last I'll have a valid excuse.