Catch Poem by Nick Hilton

Catch

Rating: 4.5


Snatching the air,
And holding on to nothing,
I will fall to the ground,
But if the ball,
Could only reach my hand,
And let me hold it,
Rather than fumbling,
Malcordinatedly,
Through the air,
Waiting for it to home in on my palm.

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