Not A Poem Poem by Felicia Garcia

And this poem can't be finished
becauseit ends where it starts.
And as it's just beginning is
exactly where it parts.
And when it's sad it's crying,
truly happpy tears.
And when it's finally dying,
it's more alive then it's been in years.
And when the light is showing,
it's darker then the Earth.
And when it's finished caring,
is when it does give birth.
And when it tries to prepare,
it collapses to the ground.
And when it tries to be heard,
it doesn't make a sound,
And this poem can't be finished,
beause it never really began.
Instead of sticking to the paper,
the words got up and ran.