I've heard of a world full of wonders,
Where peace is queen and the pain slumbers,
Either alone or with friends,
Such a place where happiness never ends,
Somewhere where you use paper to fight wars,
To fight monsters and see the future that it stores,
Time ticks as you see,
The person you grow up to be,
But it's not like real life,
Where you worry about problems and end with a bloody knife,
Don't be scared as you won't fade,
To all the problems that your mind made,
It will be the reason to all your art,
And it won't let you tear apart,
Although you should worry about hours,
Because these bodies still are ours,
Unfortunately,like imagination, everything ends and everything stops,
Even you,even I,
Even paper and clocks.
Hope you enjoyed this little poem,it was made on a Thursday night when I wasn't able to fall asleep,it kinda popped in my head and I got right on it
YOU ARE READING
The little sad tales of a young storyteller
PoetryLike the title suggests,this book will revolve around poems I come up with in my everyday life,hope you enjoy,and if you do, please give me feedback (The art pictured in my book was made by me on a Drawing class,thought it fitted the title)
