Something peculiar
Something eccentric
Something... tiny?
With my fragment shoes
And stick fingers
I looked forth the vast, cracked ground.
When beyond cried
It turned into a million swamps;
Mucky and brown black.
Fall I shall not!
And I should prevent in such dilemma
To whom my tiny system.
Swifts and curves
For I cared the swamps
Wailing me to dip in.
Ah! A giant entity!
Swashed and ready to crush
The pitiful creature!
Sprinting my way through the colossal mud;
The colossal swamp
For I wish the ground was dry.
I kept wailing
Why oh why?!
May I end my tale?
I want to be them—
Not to crush the fragment creatures!
But to be a decent human!
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
