A
month ago or so I think, we were tasked to make a poem. That was when my terror
began. I am a writer, yes. But there is one thing I don’t know how to write.
And that’s writing a poem, and honestly from the past grades I got from my
English subject concerning a topic on poems I’d say I was always hanging by a
word.
So
after numerous of scratches, ball pen streaks and wasted papers, I created a
poem. When I was done, I lost the poem. HAHAHA:D lucky me!!! Now, I had to do
it all over again. The worst thing? I had to recall the lost poem that was
created a month ago. So I gave up and made another one. Hope it satisfies you,
the reader, keep in mind though that I’m not good at this soooo cut a girl some
slack. J
What
a surprise my life had been
A
little spark of me , you would’ve seen
Like
flowing blood that’s in my vein
There
, a bit of glee, I remained.
Success
struck me but I decomposed
I,
myself felt that that door had closed
Like
bottles and jars it kept me inside
Now
my soul is locked with great big pride.
Worm
eaten I was for I had lost my own
I
sold my soul for something, for a reason that’s known
It
was not masturbation, that is a part of me grow to up
Rather
there was a part of me that I need to give up.
I
remembered a Bamithsva that I, myself attended
Then
I knew that the celebrant had what all he wanted
That
day I promised to have success in me
And
now it seems I ended so proud and greedy.
I
put away my soul like a cashier discards
Then
success overflowed, but I knew I was a coward
Called
such because I was afraid to lose everything
Because
of that, I became nothing.
Oh,
but there is a twist in making this poem. It had to revolve on the following 10
words:
1. Masturbation
2. Bartmithsva
3. Worm-eaten
4. Cashier
5. Success
6. Glee
7. Decomposed
8. Success
9. Bottles
10. Surprise
