My Point Is, Pointing South West

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It could be North East.

Submitted: August 19, 2016

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Late night and getting sleepy, not trustworthy

?I heard a voice from quite some distant calling for some rest

Immediately, I knew I had to take a step or two

For whatever reason I took a hundred of steps, instead of none

?I've been bombarded, shot at, ran like hell

?No wisdom, whatsoever, miserable they are, not figure of speech

It is like the wind blowing over and under a wing, plane's wing, that is

As in the classroom, teacher will spanned you or not

Under her, his supervision all comes to one place, roofing the clouds

?Myriad of spells, to put a spell on you, on me, not them?

Graciously I went thorough all those measures and counter-measures

?Some got it, I didn't, I failed when failing was not an option, opinion rejected.


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