this poem has been inspired by real life occurances, and a need to make personalized choices.

MY NAIL IS MISSING


I had this hammer in my hand,
The nail was on my other hand,
I tried to hit that nail so hard,
I got destructed,
now, my nail is missing.



I have been looking in the tal grean grass,
this is serious, not just a mere fuss,
I have looked for so long, hours have had to pass,
I keep getting old items that are full of rust,
But my nail keeps missing,

I'll sop looking in the grass,
right this moment,
it might be anywhere even on the pavement,
I'll have to look on a wider field,
But surely so, i'll find my nail.

i'll find my nail,
i know I won't fail,
and I won't let anyone bit me to that!
And when I find my nail,
I'll hit it on the head.


İVictoria J.R