All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Life is a Play
The hummingbird called to me.
It perched upon a willow tree,
And stared down at my eyes to see,
To see if I was truly awake.
And it was saddened to see that my droopy eyes were no sooner asleep.
I tried and I tried,
To come alive for its own sake.
But my attempt was futile.
If only it waited awhile…
The bird no sooner left me.
It left me with my eyes half open to this world unseen,
And I was left here to look up at the play set in motion; it was quite obscene.
It appalled me to death and back,
To have to watch these lovely roses turn black.
Right before my eyes, did I watch
As I helplessly had to watch them botch.
They butchered this tale.
This beautiful tale that nature intended us to enact.
They were the players,
But they lacked the script.
They were the audience,
Who knew not what was being displayed right before their very eyes.
And I was the narrator.
Who with eyes forced open, had to watch everything transpire.
Even the hummingbird who danced around my fire
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.