Some see light, I see a dark, empty hall.
And now, I'm feeling small.
And I hear death's call:
"It'll feel so good to fall"-
And again, I'm feeling small.
I see this thick, black wall.
Where am I? Where's the world?
Every day I really feel small.
So I rush, try to find a home,
Only blood, skin and bones,
But I still keep feeling small.
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
