Here, There And Everywhere

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a travelling cloud,
Not entirely rhyming poem.

Submitted: July 12, 2017

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Submitted: July 12, 2017

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The sky is the limit

so they say.

 

What if you’re at the sky?

What happens next?

Will I deflate and die?

Or worse – be forgotten?

 

I have seen this world:

at its best and its darkest.

The wars which twirled

the land into vanquish. Unnecessarily.

 

The sorrow of it all deflates

my marshmallow form.

Churning my skin to a grey tone in freight,

slowly … bubbling over black.

 

Building, growing, raging;

I can feel my form beginning to burst.

The torment of seeing humans crying,

Pop! I burst.

 

I am lost and yet,

Not lost.

I am in the rain.


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