Thursday, March 8, 2012

I am poem

I am the darkness in a cold winter night
I am the gold dug up from the ground
I am the blood in a hard fought fight
I am the mute man without making a sound.

I am the secret, giving you a sign
I am the happy dog after finding his bone
I am the shiver being sent down your spine
I am the famous man who is never left alone.

I am the bird with one wing
I am the creature that is odd
I am the broken arm in a sling
I am the pea that fell out of the pod.

I am the athlete that cannot lose
I am the disease that can’t be found
I am the old man chugging the booze
I am the home run that might never hit the ground.