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 (
Online) - Published: June 17th, 2025 12:33
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
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Comments1
I loved the rhyming and the pacing in this poem it pulls the reader along. Nicely done
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