By Saad Khan, British School of Bahrain. A n ode to the trapping of butterflies Whose death has never had an effect of any type Lost my phone Have no more contacts Bit my tongue My alibi now unbacked An ode to the fits of tears You never bothered to wipe. Stubbed my toe My walk is in danger An ode to Expectations Who th
An ode to the trapping of butterflies
Whose death has never had an effect of any type
Lost my phone
Have no more contacts
Bit my tongue
My alibi now unbacked
An ode to the fits of tears
You never bothered to wipe.
Stubbed my toe
My walk is in danger
An ode to Expectations
Who they said you didn’t have to meet.
An ode to the Snowmen melting
From my raging heat.
An ode to Small Matters,
Who you should never cheat.
Ripped my skirt
Stuck as nighttime entertainer
An ode to the emotions that don’t settle
Yet whose memories settle into obscurity
Forgot a birthday
My inheritance halved
Dropped my plate
Left Starved
An ode to the small losses that affirm your reality;
That which controls your destiny.
