Spiral
I glance at the spiral
the symbol on my jacket.
This is my mind, circling
until finding the true answer.
This is the hawk, stalking,
then diving on its prey.
I think to myself,
because no one else lives
on a blank sheet of paper
with a spiral circling them.
This is the binding of my notebook,
keeping its pages from falling or flying.
This is the grip of the constrictor,
overbearing and breathless.
I think to myself,
as a hand touches my shoulder.
(A/N – this was a poem I did for my English class. The poem was Billy Collins' "Design". I picked a spiral, as my "design", and well, decided that maybe poetry was a way Naruto would deal with his issues. I might do more of these in the future, if people like them.)
