The Gift Poem by dylan t

The Gift



I received a gift
It was not wrapped
It was not something that I could lift
It came to me cracked

This was not an average gift
This gift was trapped
It is not something that can be picked
But something that grows, in fact

In fact, it's not a gift
But, a contract
A contract with shifts
This gift is beyond that

Beyond a conflict
Or a combat
This gift is
A bond that
Can never be brought back

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poem about my best friend
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success