i wrote a poem on my scrap paper during SATs today and when we had break they collected it. where is my poem now? is it in safe hands? did they read it? did they throw it out? worst part is: i can’t remember it.
good news!! took a lot of thinking but i was able to come up with my scrap paper poem, i hope your expectations aren’t too high because i’m not a gifted writer but here it is:
There is no control, life from birth to death is by design,
A pattern robust in anticipation, molds the bars I sit behind.
If hereafter is foreseen, what leisure has the soul?,
Predetermination takes a harrowing toll.
If only my sparrow could fly from this cage of bones,
She could drift above the inevitable, and sit on her perch of the unknown.
Yet, if pattern is found by nature, and nature is woven in us all,
Composure is inescapable, and conformity is it’s downfall.
my former psych teacher was the proctor for my test so, i hope she doesn’t get concerned about my mental health and why i’m writing poems DURING the SATs.
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(I can’t stop thinking about these lines)
Composure is inescapable, and conformity is its downfall.