Lobolian Poetry

I woke one morning with a shiver in my heart So I wrapped it in soft clothes Muffling the broken thuds All day I walked, bound up inside Not knowing that I bled The blood grew heavy in the sunset I sank beneath its weight Coughing deadly redness i strained to move My heart shredded beyond repair I stretched out by the riverside Tears of blood draining out my eyes And there I died. In the spring the river rose Swept my body far away I awoke the next day Bound up inside Not knowing that I bled

Class end swiftly, shuffle in, shuffle out The wind asks to sweep me home I spread my wings, but cannot fly So I linger near to the ground The sun is bright, the air is warm And so towards the Earth I wander Down the bluff the river beckons So there I linger, hugging a shadow My world has shrunk, a puny cage Enough room to breathe, but none to roam Forcing me to memorize an inch's gems. But there in a hole of weeds Upon the earth, surrounded by bees My spirit escapes its hollow realms I could be anywhere, but I am here.