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The Thread

October 21, 2019
By jcunin25 BRONZE, Oak Park, California
jcunin25 BRONZE, Oak Park, California
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Heres where I lie behind alphabet bars

With a brain not even as big as the earth is to mars

Down on the floors where I wallow and cry

Up till the day that I shrivel and die

I sit here with my head parallel to the ground

Stuck inside of this terrifying compound

I suffer and hurt, oh when will it end?

Maybe even a lifetime in here I will spend

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But letters, they hurt even more

The halls fill themselves with monotonous tones

As I sit behind this alphabet door


The author's comments:

This is my first year in high school so I decided to make a poem about the pressure of grades and the way that I am almost controlled by them. I think it is interesting how someone can let mere letters get a hold of them in such a way that it makes them feel like they are imprisoned, so I made a poem about it.


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