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His Armor MAG

November 15, 2018
By AFishFishing SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
AFishFishing SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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He clung to the notebook

His only armor against the tidal

Waves, stomping on him like a horse

Gone wild,

His mind a temple

Of both sacred and cursed words

But then

The bell rings

He struggles to his feet

His hood around his shoulders

No sword or shield to safeguard

His sinking sanity

Success only a glimmer on the horizon

As he shuffles to his next school seminar

His headphones eviscerating any shout

That maybe be shot his way


The author's comments:

This poem is about daily school life, and how someones notebook may be the most powerful thing they have, like a prized possession. 


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