lei is me

We run from something every day,

It finds us even in the dark,

A whispered plea is what I pray,

My words in air create a spark,

I run beneath the scorching sun,

They watch me flee my monster, blue,

I cannot beat the cocking gun,

My feet they drag, my concrete shoes,

My hecklers scream for me to “GO!”

My knees buckle and meet the ground.

With too much water, plants can’t grow,

And so I drown in deaf’ning sound,

The pressure drums my aching head,

But if I fail, I’m better dead.

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Leisan Yusupov, 2019

Fun fact- I wrote this for my 9th grade English class!

Sonnets follow this specific rhyme scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG!