Tommy

In class a couple weeks ago, we had to make poetry based off of a certain sentence structure. If you need to know anything about me, you need to know that I LOVE poetry. Like, I can't get enough of it. 

It was Thursday, and that day for some reason, my PMS was out of control. My moods were swinging faster than a kid on a swing set. So, at this particular moment making poetry, I was super depressed for some reason...

WARNING... I almost starting crying when writing it. So please! No harsh comments... this is one of my favorite pieces of writing. 

Without further ado... my long awaited poem:

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Since Timmy can't travel on his own,

I carried him across the old cobblestone street.

To bring him peace in spite of his inner battle

To make him feel alive with his body fighting against him

To force his mind to think about his happiness

To allow him to feel above the clouds

To grant him his last happy memory until the treatment 

Finally, Tommy closed his eyes and slept. 

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So it wasn't really that sad, and probably didn't bring you any emotions. But, I like it. Whatever.