Saying goodbye to my free time was like watching a flood wash over the earth. At first, it was only a sprinkle of rain. Everyone thought it would be good for the land and the farms. It would help everything grow and improve. Watching the sky cry made me a little sad though. As the years passed, it started to rain harder and harder. I wasn't able to hang out with my friends as much as I used to. When the flood finally caught up with me, I tried to keep swimming. Once in a while, I would get so tired and start to drown. Once in a while, it would get hard to breathe. It would feel like I was letting out more air than I was breathing in. In those moments, I would need help from other people to save me. Those people help me stay above water, but I don't know if they're strong enough to pull me out.
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My Poetry Journey
PoetryThese are poems that I thought would be a shame to waste. This is my poetry journey.
