I recently found poems interesting and beautiful,

and bought some books.

One of them, William Blake, captivated my heart.

All of a sudden I felt that I, too, want to make some poems,

so I made one!

Sitting at the desk

by Sean Ohashi

Sitting at the desk, cicadas crying through the window I hear.

There are kids who wanna more plays.

Why don't I bask, but the legs are gravitated as meadows lie near.

Here's crevice of a concrete plate.

Therein, however, my old scaly skin I cast;

therefrom I fly into the ether.

Therefore, as a believer, I can wait till the last

moment that pay off the bitter.

I expressed what I felt stuck in a room of an apartment hoping to make my dreams come true.

This is the first poem I made, so you might find somewhere to fix.

Then please let me know, and also I really hope to know what you thought.

With that all being said,

Bye! Farewell!