Searching! ? Poem by Adam Day

Looking through the trees
Slipping off into the dark
I hear voices yelling please
Entering the murky park

My eyes begin to wander
Searching for the pleas
My mind starts to ponder
Squeezing my chest I wheeze

Grasping for a single gulp
The air is super thick
Spitting up chunks of pulp
Beginning to feel sick

The voices grow louder
Keep calling my name
The sick murky powder
Is really bringing the pain

I want to help them so much
Because I treasure life so dear
This I think is my crutch
And my crutch I will always fear

Wanting everyone to be happy
Smiles and laughter galore
I learned this from my pappy
He is the hero I adore

Life is but a place to be
It’s what you make of it
Life is great with a friend like me
Ill never let you quit

This voice I can feel
Slicing through the air
My friends and family
Yelling don’t be scared

Exiting the woods
With everyone watching
Happy go lucky faces
All started dropping


In all the thunder
I couldn’t see why
I started to wonder
Who is this guy

I turned my frown upside down
Everyone started to cheer
Into that party I kicked a clown
And then I grabbed a beer

The stench has lifted
With smiles from all
With that being said
Let’s go off to the ball