Whirlwind

You can’t win quite

As much as you lose

No- not a game, a talk, a song

 

Everything I’ve experienced

Has stuck with me like a dream

I am a rock in field of moving particles

Left here, without a way

 

Of course the chances are

stacked against me

When I’m stranded without

A say

 

It really isn’t you

Or him

Or her

Who dictate this

Mess of a street

 

Crumbling and falling

Between It’s own cracks

Never knowing when to admit

Defeat

 

The one thing I’ve learned

From losing at my best

Would have to be that life

Gangs up against you

 

It’s a whirlwind

That turtles you

In the thrusts of the ocean

To give you

Something to relate to

 

To learn how to swim

In such an unfortunate mess

Is a skill

That few of us learn

 

But to learn how to breath

Underneath the sea

Is something only

The wealthy

procure

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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