A Broken Wing Poem by Nathaniel DeMay

Like a kernel, the fluff I keep
Inside untill I explode.
So hard to see it coming, so
Like a riddle to decode.
But when finally I lose it,
Those around I will corrode.

Like the marshmellow in the flames,
The anger, it starts to grow.
Feeding off the flames that burn it,
Happiness it dosen't know.
For when inside that bag, it's home,
It always had to lay low.

Like the cake in the oven, only
born never to be nothing.
Will it fill the sea of air, the
one that hatred it does bring.
Do I look better off then them?
Angry I'm a broken wing.