Through the sky

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Mist,

all that I can see from here is mist

whenever I just point my head upward

I can feel the mist drench into my skin

 

But clouds,

they are the ones that make the mist,

but they are the ones who also change by time

and,

you know they always move on to some other place.

 

Me,

standing here and looking up

away from the rocks that are near,

me,

I am standing here by myself

 

Yes,

I just wish that I could fly the sky

through the mist and through the sky

when I can

believe :

"I am up here where no one else can see me"

 

hidden,

secrets crawl up on to my skin

and,

what bothers me is that they always make me cry

 

and,

what I know is that when I'm in the mist

I can cry all I want and it'll never be seen,

 

because I'm way up through the sky

through the mist of everybody else underground

through where no one can know who I am

and I know that that's sometimes better

 

and so again,

I'm drenched in mist,

through and through

the sky.


Submitted: August 01, 2021

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