Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Poetry
Poetry
by Briana Gray
Poetry is watching paint dry for six hours straight
Poetry is trapping me in like a closed gate
Poetry is something i can really say I hate
But sometimes poetry is two lesser than great
Poetry is smashing your pinkie in the door
Poetry is the most amazing bore
Poetry makes me want to sleep
And that is a promise that I may or may not keep