Seal
I wrote this poem last Thursday during Psychology Class...yes I know, I should have been listening :P This idea came to me, and thankfully it didn't take too long to finish.
A coating on a
couch, plastic covers real.
Binding tape
against the fake, sealing.
Kids stay away,
mom says don't touch.
Nothing stains,
its alone but protected.
Years pass, the
kids have grown up
He goes against
his moms wish, the plastics off.
The couch is torn;
beat, heavy dents scorch it
It’s gone; the
mother is in tears.
One more is in; it’s
now dark red.
She is happier
now, the old is gone.
No plastic. No
tape. Open and free.
Someone sits
there forever; thorns on his head.
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