Little kids locked in themselves
because they lost their
key as their hands
smoothened.
Little kids
so confused about themselves
because
the questions they ask
mess themselves up.
Little kids
being their own best friend
because trust is something that
broke their heart.
Little kids
running backwards on
a treadmill called the future
because
the clock in front
is ticking down.
Little kids
fighting alone
while being alone
because
they are feeling alone.
Little kids
trying to keep
their broken spines
straight because
no one noticed
they need bandages.
Little kids
keeping secrets
and refusing to let go
because the loud speakers
seem to be waiting for their mistakes.
Little kids
with invisible tears
waiting at the edge of the world
because
they want to find someone
with invisible tissues.
Little kids
jamming their puzzle pieces back together
because
they don't know what
it's supposed to look like whole.
Little kids
wondering why they exist
because
because
because
Little kids are what we are
and
what you once were
and
you have forgotten both.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
