FicWad

Hi. I am a
poem.
But I guess you could see that.
I go through everyday,
sitting in the back of a book,
craving to be read..
Not tied to a chair and beaten
with a hose
for a meaning.
You think, "What's this poem's deep meaning?"
Well,
I have none.
Inwas the love child of
emotions, and
a pen,
just free written onto crisp
paper.
My writer was
bored
ad chose to tame her boredem with
art.
Do not tie me down,
do not lie me down,
Do not hit me down.
Watch me as I flow,
watch me as I fly,
watch me as I free
fall.
There is no
meaning,
even to those
with their rope,
their guns,
their rakes,
ready to beat me for all I am,
and more.