Nothing of Importance

December 8, 2008
By Guillermo Dimas, Sunnyside, WA

Bouncing of the walls, and ricocheting across the room.
Shooting back and forth.
Forth and back to the starting line while revving up my engine to my heart.
I can hear it roaring.
A lion fighting for territory, refusing to back off.
I will fight to the end of time itself for you. You.
And only you.
My feelings may go and my feelings can arrive.
But the importance of this poem will always stay.
Unless you say so.


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