Only 30 days left! That’s practically a month left of poetry and I also practically have a month left of school! Now onto the poem! It’s called a Rondeau and it has rhyming, it’s french, blah, blah, blah.
Am I Thinking the Right Thoughts?
Sighing is heavy with gloom
Sharp inhales spike then loom
Huffing erodes ease and builds tension
Fluttering inhales leave you in suspension
Bundled together it traps inside you like a monsoon
Screaming wears out the throats tune
Whispering wraps you tight in a cocoon
Echoing laughs leave without mention
Sighing is heavy
Hands chill alone in the tomb
Fingers cradled together bloom
We wave for incoming attention
Shaking hands as is the convention
Wash vigorously for germ prevention
Sighing is heavy
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