There's a reason they call it fatalities, <br />and casualities. <br />But such a God as Fate would never agree <br />with the sick abuse of the word casual. <br /> <br />I sit in class playing with the edges of my paper <br />while the anchorman tells about the War with Germany, <br />But I think of a more recent war.... <br /> <br /> <br />So here's how THIS war plays out: <br /> <br />I hop from rock to rock. <br />Knowing that if I fail <br />to hit that spot, <br />I'll slowly drown in the shallow waters of society. <br />The waves that sway to and fro never knowing any way to go- <br />but down, <br />pull at me with a force great enough to move the moon. <br />As days go by, the spaces get wider- <br />But my jump gets stronger. <br />Waters rush faster. <br />Swish, swish, swish. <br /> <br />Temptation fills my mind, <br />But when I lean over the edge to see what lies below me, <br />I laugh. <br />and jump again. <br /> <br />Now on the other side of the water, <br />Rain pours to fill my next obstacle. <br />I sit inside a warm glass box, <br />Waiting for the rain to pass. <br />Watching tears clash against the clear sides, <br />Tip, tap. <br />He wants to play. <br />But I sit still and wait. <br /> <br />Suddenly a bright gleam of sun collides off my box, <br />A splash of colors fall across the asphalt and I laugh. <br /> <br />Time for round two.<br /><br />Alyssa Marquardt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-236/
