Why?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just wrote a random poem I wanted to share. It really isn't my favorite, but why not.

The sky is filled with butterflies

As a lullaby fills the air

As I nurture my black eye

And I think to myself

Why must I fly?

Fly away into the unknown

To reach my milestone

And to become a real man

Since I have ran from my true home

As I cope alone

Hidden away like a gemstone.

 

As a mask cover my face

Hiding my true feelings

As I sweep them under the rug

Like a dying firebug

 

A memory shows itself.

Stored away in a bookshelf.

A library that is my mind

That stores all the memories that I have confined.

 

I think to myself.

What better time to start then now?

As I stand up and think of ways to reach the end. 


Submitted: July 05, 2021

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MARIA OCHA

that was a nice poem

Mon, July 5th, 2021 2:52pm

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