Jan 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Wind

vicious wind

I see a young girl twirling,
and she's spinning, 
yes, she's spinning,
and I push and push to make her twirl faster,
and we are working together,
and then she stops,
but I keep going,
I keep pushing on to make her spin,
keep spinning keep working with me,
keep going don't stop,
now we're working against one another,
and then the girl she,
she screams,
and I see that she broke her legs,
it was my fault I made her spin and spin and now I stopped,
it was me it was me, 
I was too eager and I kept holding on,
I was way too vicious,
I'm sorry all I want to do as the wind is to help,
but it seems that I was way too officious.