Reality
Sometimes I look at the world and I smile,
I toss all my worries off into a pile;
I forget all the bad, all the horrible things,
I leave them behind, like a bird without wings;
For a moment or two, everything seems all right,
Until my problems climb higher, to a glorious height;
As everything happening starts to sink in,
I feel trapped, I feel lost, I feel caged, I feel beaten;
And I'm about to give up when somehow I know,
That whatever I do and wherever I go,
That reality will be tough, will be cruel, will be hard on my mind,
But when I look deep down inside, it's answers I'll find.
2007-08-09
06:14:29
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btw, redhotgermangrl, i have entered contests (not with this poem, though) and won. I am a "poet-in-training, I guess you could call me :)
2007-08-09
06:30:37 ·
update #1
oops, just noticed that there shouldn't be a "that" before reality on one of the last lines...
2007-08-09
06:33:42 ·
update #2
Not all poems are observations. Period.
2007-08-09
06:48:06 ·
update #3