My first poem.
Dec 13, 2012 9:55:38 GMT -7
Post by Coal on Dec 13, 2012 9:55:38 GMT -7
Probably my only poem. haha
I notice that our duty day's boring, all around me I hear snoring, yet I wonder every morning; why do we even do these chores. It seems to me meaningless tasking, only that and nothing more.
I feign a face that's always cheery, sunny lest the crew get leery, but I feel myself get weary; weary of this bland old tour. Alas, we work and toil endless, and at the end we'll all be friendless, but for
now I feel defenseless; surrounded by our leader core.
The room we stay is now uprooted, from comfort seats our ends were booted, now that floor of motors cooped in; forbidden from that room that we adore. They say it will be closed for now and forever more.
Joy is gone and motivation lacking, leadership is sorely slacking, and here I find my foot is tapping; formation drawn out and soldiers forlorn. We find no peace in home or rest, and yet we try to do our best, however it is quite a test as we are forever scorn.
Take heed these words to heart's core, morale a broken ship on ocean's floor, and enthusiasm won't make shore; it is drowned forever more. (my first poetic attempt. Thanks Edgar Allen Poe for the rhythm and style. lol.)
I notice that our duty day's boring, all around me I hear snoring, yet I wonder every morning; why do we even do these chores. It seems to me meaningless tasking, only that and nothing more.
I feign a face that's always cheery, sunny lest the crew get leery, but I feel myself get weary; weary of this bland old tour. Alas, we work and toil endless, and at the end we'll all be friendless, but for
now I feel defenseless; surrounded by our leader core.
The room we stay is now uprooted, from comfort seats our ends were booted, now that floor of motors cooped in; forbidden from that room that we adore. They say it will be closed for now and forever more.
Joy is gone and motivation lacking, leadership is sorely slacking, and here I find my foot is tapping; formation drawn out and soldiers forlorn. We find no peace in home or rest, and yet we try to do our best, however it is quite a test as we are forever scorn.
Take heed these words to heart's core, morale a broken ship on ocean's floor, and enthusiasm won't make shore; it is drowned forever more. (my first poetic attempt. Thanks Edgar Allen Poe for the rhythm and style. lol.)
