As the nighttime sky crawls over my house I lay there thinking
Then they come…
The whatifs ooze into my brain and start their course
Whatif I lose in basketball
Whatif I don’t become even near tall
Whatif I never land a flip
Whatif I choke on a pip
Whatif I don’t catch a fish
Whatif I drop the dish
Whatif I sit down and the chair breaks
Whatif there's an Earthquake
Whatif I fall off my skateboard
Whatif I fall asleep because I’m bored
As everything was fine the Whatifs strike again...
Hello Fynn. I really like your poem! I love the introduction, "as the night time sky crawls over my house..." I can absolutely relate to the wonderings of someone with a lot on their mind during the darkness hours. You are an insightful poet!
ReplyDeleteHi Fynn, Life is full of whatifs and they sneak up all the time!
ReplyDeleteI really liked the line "whatif I don't become even near tall" as well as your opening line.
Thanks!