Monsters are scary
So is the end of the world
My wishes not coming true
My voice not being heard
And so I fight and scheme
Deeply plot and dream
So that I can have my hands
On everything I want
Not caring about the sacrifice
But is it them I want
Or so I think
It's never the black and white
Momentary thing
Losing myself
Is what I'm most afraid of
So no one or no thing
Can ever make that trade off
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Author:
anabasova (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2025 12:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I loved the rhyming and the pacing in this poem it pulls the reader along. Nicely done
Thank you so much!
A lovely flowing write of the battle to keep control of ones self, nicely expressed and written
Thank you 🙂 🙂
You are very welcome
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