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A short poem about some parts of my life. First time writing poetry. |
| I once was a fighter against myself only to find that it was useless. I thought I'd make myself a little brighter, only to find that it was ridiculous. What a way to start a day! Rain and thunder every time! The chimes were just as dreadful as the grime in the edges of my mind! I say, "I'm getting tired of this way!" So I left and went away, to a house for a time. I felt great! I felt control! But all things got to go! I've got a gift, but it just made a short shift Uh oh! It's time to go! To another place! It's such a repetitive one, but it's my own life! |