27, not old, not young
Not just right either!
I frown.
And what have I gained?
Where do I stand?
What joys have i brought?
What greatness have I achieved?
What did I do with 27 years...
...that no other can emulate?
Kick the desk
Pain, I achieved pain.
Hopping and clutching my shin
In many ways.
I took pain
I rolled pain out
Cut it into shapes
Recognisable by the naked eye
I took pain
I trimmed pain down
Cut it into chunks
Chewable by the masses
I created pain
Forming it clearly in my mind
Moulding it into something viscious
Displayed for all to feel
27 Years
Editing pain
Amplifying emotion
Negatives, negatives
Ironic positives
But have I created understanding?