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This poem is about a troubled/broken world that's trying to find its other half.

Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I describe myself as a troubled world, because I'm trying to find its other half to make a whole new world. This world is not a world, its an abandoned land where there is hate and fire. Somewhere that I don't desire to live in. A place where people are fighting, buildings are burning, and wars are raging. There's something inside me that wants something more, something better. I'm trying to find myself in a heavenly state where there is life forever, love and not hate, a place that's one. In this world I see a life, a life that's mourning its own death, one's eyes cannot see. It's crying for help you see, it wishes that it imagines what free feels like. What is the definition of free? Does it mean to let go of what's inside, or does it mean you? Being free is like this troubled world coming as a whole.


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