a poem by Jordan
I am like the sun
Beating down on the hot sandy beaches of California
I watch as the seagulls tear at a dead fish like rabid beasts.
Their beaks like razors
Their talons like razor sharp needles.
I am like the ocean
Waiting for the people to come
Hopes and dreams fill my head and
Like a balloon my head pops,
Like a dried up river bed all my hopes and dreams are gone,
Now I just sit here waiting for someone to come around.