Life is a bottle of clouds. I look through it and want to see all that matters, but I can’t. I lose the grasp of the bottle; it slips from my inching fingers, falling.
Crashing into the solid world, breaking and scattering into a dozen pieces. What happened? Why did this happen? I Feel tears of red start to touch my cheeks. I push them away and kneel to gaze upon my broken life.
I see memories, oh what a waste of time they became to me. I lost battles and wars.
I see to many pains, though it does not matter, for I have others to heal and protect. I must be strong, if not others well fall.
Broken pieces of a shattered life lay now in the endless timeless Wind.
Please tell me what you think
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love the pic this poem paints. great work
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wow... great imagery... love it!
that was great!
.....but its now up to you to cure the world of all its troubles...~jenn
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i love the imagination behind this piece. the pov is very captivating, and the trajedy is very dramatic. good writing .
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thanks
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