Living is free
Sort of like a key
Or a undying tree
Cause there's no way to be free
For your simply surviving
In life
Not even trying
For flight
Therefore you didn’t cure
the pain
You simply got momentarily distracted
From its cruel little game
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Author:
Lexi Pompa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2023 22:50
- Comment from author about the poem: I feel as if I wrote what I felt at the moment and I love it.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
wonderful, thanks for sharing
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