Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Poetry is…
Poetry is…
by: Shylee Stanton
Poetry is walking through a meadow of lion heads on stems.
Poetry is getting hit by a car and waking up from death.
Poetry is getting bit by a snake and dying slowly.
Poetry is that feeling every time you wake.
Poetry is seeing all of your mistakes all at once.