Keeping Me Grounded
There’s one thing that’s keeping my feet on the ground.
Gravity stops me from lifting and flying;
up through the sky,
out past the moon,
and maybe my home
will be reached... sometime soon.
I don’t belong on this planet, my home’s out in space.
Gravity, set me free!
Submitted: December 15, 2020
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But the world needs your writing Hul! It would be interesting, however, to read what you would have to say from the perspective of space.
Tue, December 15th, 2020 8:15pm
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I've spent most of my life waiting for the mothership to come and take me home, but so far she's been a no show.
Thanks so much for the read and such a positive comment.
Another far-out poem, Hull
Tue, December 15th, 2020 9:20pm
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Thanks, Mike. My eyes are on the sky.
Thu, December 17th, 2020 10:36am
Yeah, I'm always thinking of ways to escape this Town of Untruth in the Land of Liars, but my cats are happy here. Nice work Hullabaloo22.
Tue, December 15th, 2020 11:07pm
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Thanks, Craig. I'm always waiting for the mothership, but she never seems to arrive.
Thu, December 17th, 2020 10:34amFacebook Comments
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Sometimes it feels that way where I just want to escape the world that I'm living in but unfortunately there is no running from it. Relatable poem that is very well written. Nice work, Hully.
Tue, December 15th, 2020 8:06pmAuthor
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Thanks, Reaper. This world can be a very lonely place, that's for sure.
Thu, December 17th, 2020 10:41am