Skipping with swing-set arms.
To where no one knows.
Growing into who you are.
Becoming an unfortunate repeat.
Recorded with no privacy.
Viewed as a specimen.
Dying with no modesty.
One of many.
Unique is checked off NO
Stamped and packaged.
Late and rejected.
Marked RETURN TO SENDER.
Lost on the journey.
Gone and forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
