Poem # 1
I cut across the sky at the speed of light.
I'm happy, I'm free
Up here where no one can touch me.
But then one day when it comes
The blot in my peripheral vision
Signals me to turn, I'm knocked down from my so called happy place without a sound.
Couldn't tell what it was when it first happened
But after some time, I knew
It was only me
Being knocking down because I suddenly know.
I am comparing myself with others
Which was the root of it all.
2019-01-18 14:26:06
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