Titanic

Poetry feels like the vast ocean for some 

Drowning in words that make no sense when put together 

When I was in 5th grade we were told to write a book of poetry 

Using all these techniques that were thrown at us 

I was 10 and had no idea where to start

It was like hanging onto the side of the Titanic

Calling for help when I knew no one would save me 

As time went on, my love for art sprouted 

Taking words from the grass and sun 

Metaphors and similies