I turned back,
I felt like a paper aeroplane,
Drifting through a soft summer wind,
My limbs became spaghetti-like,
There were no longer days passing,
I felt like a god,
Seeing the future,
Not having a countdown to my time,
There were only three barriers,
The past,
Me,
And the future,
Always falling,
Never touching,
Forever existing.
© Copyright 2018 Chris Marshall. All rights reserved.
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I like it but I suggest adding more lines to make it more detailed cause I had to re-read it a few times to fully understand
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Alright, thanks
It must be an amazing experience to be in outer space, but I can't help that this poem is symbolic of something else. I don't know what, exactly. Like the other poem I just read, I loved how you ended it - it was certainly memorable. :)
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Thanks very much. I think reaching space is a dream most people can relate to. I always put a darker meaning to a lot of my stuff, so I know what you mean. Thanks for reading.
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