All he wanted to do was fly off the swings, cape flowing behind him-spandex uncomfortable though it may be-
He wanted to fight villains and save the city all before snack time.
Because that was right.
And that was noble.
And that was his purpose.
But the villains never showed up.
Only people, trying to do the best with what they'd been given.
Just like himself.
And what purpose was the hero without a villain?
That was the question he couldn't answer.
So he flew off that swing set, ever so lonely,
searching always for the villain
who never came.
And on the playground, he left behind his little sister.
Who just wanted her big brother
to push her on the swings.
Trevor you amaze me with each post. Love the deeper meaning here. Thanks for being my best friend in a2 lol
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. So personal and abstract at the same time
ReplyDeleteThis is art.
This is important.
I don't know if I've ever told you but I like the way your mouth moves. Ever since the very first time at slam team i would always watch your mouth when you read poetry because your mouth moves different than everyone else's does.
ReplyDeletethis was a great final post trevor. I appreciate your dedication to this class and your friendship on the blogs. Keep writing. I'll keep reading
ReplyDelete<3 this
ReplyDeletelike im reading it for the first time again.
ReplyDeleteyes, still stalking you.
...waiting for more tbh