Spinning in a world
where no one cares for beauty anymore.
And the wind rises, and your heart races
and you realise
you're not one of them anymore.
You are yourself.
In your own respectful world.
Waiting
to be needed again
and waiting
for the end.
Author notes
I wrote this as a kind of ramble cuz I was bored at work, I wasnt too sure about it but I asked a friend who said it was poemy and made sense so here it is!
I realised that there are a couple of references to the wind on fire trillogy, although I did just finish re reading it almost non stop, so to anyone who has read those books and sees the references thats why.
otherwise I just wanna know what you think,
all comments appriciated
much love xxxxxxx
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow factor > average poem
This really speaks home to me. I love how the lines flow from one another, they all seem to stop at the right time. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought some of these things myself.
'Good write'
RB
PS line 6,7 are nicely punctuated. It gets better with every read.
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