A poem for the July Monthly Poetry Contest Prompt: Fireworks
I used to jump to my feet,
Rushing to the window hoping to meet
Brightly colored flashes of light,
Though they also filled my heart with fright.
As I grew older, my appreciation was lost,
Like an old toy or something that was tossed.
Regularly sounds began to ring in my ears,
At seemingly random times throughout the years.
New Years Day.
Those stupid fireworks just won’t go away.
Once or twice a year is okay.
But living in China, they are always around,
They kind of make me want to live underground.
The colors are beautiful in the night sky,
But every time, I ask myself “whyyyyy?”
Especially, when I’m trying to sleep.
When the fireworks, again, start to leap.
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