Tennis Time - Poem by Tyler Martin
I am not. Not even close.
Nothing near it. So far I can't even see it.
I am. Too close.
So close to it. So close I can't even see it.
I am not. Never have been.
Never will be. Not supposed to be.
I am. Always have been.
Always will be. Fated to be.
I am not. Some are.
What some are is what I'm not.
I am. Some are not.
What some aren't is what I am.
I can't expect them to respond.
I don't expect them to believe.
I won't accept them.
They won't accept me.
It's the quiet time of devastation,
The time when thoughts run free.
It's the silent time for resignation,
Time to let the good thoughts go.
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