And when it’s gone again
I know that late summer morning
Ill be giving up my freedom in mourning
And when its gone again
I attach my mind to my love in hopes of motivation
But it leaves my health up to interpretation
And when it’s gone again
I sacrifice my time for the things I don’t need to know
All so that one day I get to go
And when it’s gone again
I leave my stress painted on my demeanor
While I try to be a dreamer
And when it’s gone again
I seek refuge in the away
Where I don’t have to slave to my responsibility
And when it’s gone again
Maybe I am too
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Author:
Hooli (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just kind of a message about how you have to confine to what you’re told is good for you, to what you have to do, because of being told of how patience is important and one day you won’t have to deal with it anymore. But to showcase that sometimes ‘dealing’ with it, is forcing you to give up what you want and end up losing a part of yourself from it. In this case- school.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
It will always be that way if not school then work. Nice write
Excellent write
good poem!
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