I sit and I watch
the black train slowly
Accelerating as my hair dances
As I look, I see
people without their lemons
A song on repeat
The darkest shadows
under the brightest skies
Many chances given
to be taken away
Theres more lemons
hidden under the shadows.
Waiting to be snatched.
Yet, they sit still
lonely and gray.
Life passing by.
The shadows increasing in size.
The darkness overtaking.
The common misconception
money is all that's needed.
Lemons become useless.
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Author:
Kylie Brianna (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The story of my Poem is that of a reflection. It's to see the world and see yourself. When life gives you lemons, you get chances. Chances some dont take. Without any lemons, what do you have? Look around yourself and you'll see the people who didnt take their lemons. The people who chose paper of lemons. There is a lot of hidden meaning in my poem. I just hope people get the meanings.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Nice poem dude!
Thank you!
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